It was a dark and shadowy night, nothing could be seen for miles ahead. Everything was plain; there were no trees and no houses nearby. The place was entirely deserted. Where had this wandering fellow gone to so late at night? Even he did not know the answer. Perhaps, everything was a sort of limbo, he had died and gone to nowhere.
However, something was off. This place of nowhere had an elegance to it. It was a place of night and a place where shadows roamed in peace. It was majestic, it was a place where ghost haunted and the dead were were at peace with themselves. Buried underneath the ground were bones, he knew that due to the fact that a voice in his head had told him and he was warned not to disturb their peace. This place where he was at had no tombsstones to remember the dead. There were no plants, not weeds growing from the ground, not even tumbleweeds passing by. This place was absolutely void. Where was he? He did not know. But, one thing was certain and that was that he lived.
“Where am I?” He would ask himself. He would pace around the endless acres of nothingness that was filled with shadows and ghosts until he saw a green light. He tried to run after the green light but the more he ran the farther it seemed. Until, he just gave up. Then, he looked around and it seemed to him that he was still in the same place as before, nothing has changed. When he got tired of standing he sat down and cried. “Where am I?” he cried. Yet, there was no one to console him. There was no God nor man or woman, or even animal to be by his side. He was all alone in a secluded place that seemed to have no end. He thought that maybe perhaps it was a haunted place that whoever enters can never go back to their original life. This thought made him feel the temptation to dig a grave for himself, and he did, with his bare hands. When he finished he laid in it and waited and once he found his flesh no longer chubby but instead sucked to the bone he took the pile of dirt that he withdrew from the ground to dig the grave and he… still in the grave began shoving the dirt within the hole he made and he submerged himself within the dirt and due to suffocation, he died.
Answer:
primary
holocaust
looking it up like always
tramatized LOL KAI
Explanation:
The movement of naturalism was greatly influenced by the 19th-century ideas of Social Darwinism, which was in turn influenced by Charles Darwin's theories on evolution. Social Darwinism applied to the human environment the evolutionary concept that natural environments alter an organism's biological makeup over time through natural selection. Social Darwinists and naturalists cited this as proof that organisms, including humans, do not have free will, but are shaped, or determined, by their environment and biology. Naturalists argued that the deterministic world is based on a series of links, each of which causes the next (for more on these causal links, see Causal links and processes, below). In "To Build a Fire," London repeatedly shows how the man does not have free will and how nature has already mapped out his fate. Indeed, both times the man has an accident, London states "it happened," as if "it" were an inevitability of nature and that the man had played no role in "it." The most important feature of this deterministic philosophy is in the amorality and lack of responsibility attached to an individual's actions (see Amorality and responsibility, below).
You pick a nice place you think would be nice for a dog park, then you describe how the space looks and some problems you may have for it being there.
