|A Micro Graphic Novel Project|
|By Leland Thorpe|
Dear Mr. Ray Bradbury,
Thank you so much for working magic in your novels. My apologies for shamelessly defacing your wonderful worlds.
|I love my job as a fireman. We get to witness the raw destructive power of burning things. There's nothing like a hard day spent destroying books in the flames.|
|We're paid to erase history, to help people forget the pains of real life. Movies are better. Fast cars are better. Now I'm out here doing the same.|
|These trees have born witness to countless days. Squeeze the trigger a little harder, there goes a thousand years of rings. Breathe in, there's the wood dust that ancient man once leaned against to help him in the hunt.|
The pyramids. The cathedrals. The temples, tombs, castles, and monuments. The trees, words, and records. All have born witness to a time before our civilization, and must be destroyed before someone notices that daily life is a sham.
I love my job as a fireman.
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