A mile of runway will take you anywhere? Nope. Not with the abandoned planes. Not after all the fuel is out. Fifty-thousand-gallon tanks, all empty. Five hundred seats each plane, only a couple left. People bad stripped these asleep monsters. An empty runway is now kittens’ playground. Life is hard, but kittens don’t give a crap. Kittens are always the bosses. I should be a kitten. All they do is sleep and clean themselves. Meaning of life is nothing for them. Meaning of this, meaning of that, meaning of whatever is nothing. All they want to do is to survive. Once your desire is that simple, life would become much easier.