It happened fifteen minutes ago. the waste of what we've created now outweighs the things we have left to make. In 2005 the United Nations commissioned a scale and we've all been waiting. they were even, their weights exactly the same, but only for a moment. Everyone held his breath and her breath, wondering which side would win. A pin prick could be felt and heard from kualalumpur to the muskox herds in the arctic. the arms of the great machine holding on like samson, blind in the temple courts, holding columns. Every one watching the scales, even.

I, knowingly but pretending unaware, emptied a candybar wrapper its contents and tossed it on the pile. At first a buzz as the levers of the great scale began to shift. then the creaking as it registered what we all knew would come. Our great inventions, every one, now only marked by the trash that their hands have made.

Now everyone knows my name. Now everyone knows my face.
That's him. He's the one who tipped the scales. I wonder if he knows his carbon footprint now? I couldn't imagine the kind of trash he's seen. And to not even care!
Never mind the candybar was free and I just finished first.

I am now him. The one who tipped the scales.