Outrage

That feeling wasn’t environmental outrage.
It wasn’t ideology.
It was something more personal.
It was the kind of discomfort that only appears
when you understand the consequences well enough
to feel responsible for them.
DIY flashers had always been accepted this way—
cheap, fast, disposable.
Sometimes they worked.
Sometimes they vanished.
Loss was normal.
Speed was assumed.
Disappearance was tolerated.
But once that line was crossed consciously,
it couldn’t be crossed again.