What I Mistook for Trash Changed Everything

While I was walking down a busy city street the other day, scrolling through my phone, half-aware of the world around me, something odd caught my eye.
In the middle of the concrete path lay a small, crushed grass snake. It was lifeless, half-flattened, its greenish body twisted in a way that made my stomach turn. People walked past it without so much as a glance. Cars sped by, unaware of what had just been run over.And yet, I couldn’t look away. The image stayed with me long after I walked on. It wasn’t just the snake it was what it represented. This wasn’t an isolated event