Looking upwards.

The Ozone layer is the tower of Babel of the modern Era. Here is humanity, so reassured in their vanity and their need of beauty that they knowingly engulf themselves in hair sprays and cologne so they can look good and smell well to their fellow man. As our hubris soars ever higher to the tip of the earth, our egos tear upon a hole into the heavens themselves and down comes the fiery retribution for loving ourselves more than our superiors. Skin Cancer, cataracts, early aging, all the acts of a vengeful universe finally envious. Like the lowly cockroaches who wish to infest our beautiful cities, we squash them when they invade our territory. The little cockroaches, daring to infect the beautiful penthouse apartments on fifth avenue, awarded for their struggle by a steel toed boot.