December 15th, 2020

Too late

"You can't tell 'em that.

They'd self-medicate to oblivion."

These aren't the exact words (or even a very subtle interpretation) of the track 'Fate' from Stephen Jenkinson and Gregory Hoskins's new album but it will do for now.

We all know it, right?

It's too late to save the planet; too late to stem the flow of capital; too late to repay the world's debt; and, possibly, too late to save our souls? 

From what?

Us, of course.

We're the only ones responsible for the state of world affairs.

I know, it's so sad, so desperate and, well, so hopeless.

I'm not suggesting we give up (well, not yet!) or turn our backs on this calamitous affair but in all seriousness, do we honestly expect all these vacuous proclamations about net-zero carbon, whether by 2050 or earlier, will make a jot of difference in the long run?

I don't think so.

In fact, not that I'll be around to know the outcome but the story, surely, or the more pressing issue is whether, qua the age of the Anthropocene, we're going to take our foot off the death-death gas long enough to see what the world could be and could become again.

I mean, it's not like we've not seen this in our lifetime; you only need think back (at least in the UK) to the earliest days of lockdown #1 to appreciate how quickly and in some cases thoroughly nature and our living systems were able to return to something resembling normal.

What am I trying to say?

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