I often wondered if our story would have been different somewhere else. If the age of our surroundings caused the tragedy I know know. I looked at them, one dead, the other a glutton, and I question things. In the age of science, would her house have been gone? In this form, probably, but she is adaptive, and the home would have changed.

I suspect we were not the first, the clothes on her body give proof to that, and I know we will not be the last.

For her house is a tale new and old, a conclusion of the battle for gluttons or greed.

We are a warning, then, that throughout all time, throughout the old and the new, greed takes to much, and we lose.