Looking into the abyss
Is that what we're doing in the midst of this pandemic?
Getting a glimpse of what it might be like on the other side of ruination?
It sure feels that way.
Perhaps the Gods have spoken — more likely a sigh of despair.
Of course, this is all conjecture but I do wonder if we're being told something. And I don't mean to stay safe, wear a mask and keep our (unsocial) distance but something of much greater import; namely, if we don't row back from our calamitous ways — e.g. to consume everything in the name of comfort — that we'll be blown off the very face of this earth.
Now of course, no right-thinking person wants it to be this way — think of all those generations to follow — but it does feel that we've made one spectacular mess of things.
And your solution?
I wish I had one but something tells me that no amount of brand worthy-ship, selling of another grand scheme or waking up in our droves, is going to change our consumptive ways. Truth is, we're too far down the rabbit hole, and that means the language has to change from what might be, to what will be and how we'll adapt — not prosper.
I think that a much more resonant message:
how do we adapt to the unfolding environmental catastrophe?
I'm not expecting you to agree with me but all I'll say is the longer I spend looking into (sometimes with morbid fascination) the black hole of the Anthropocene and the complete loss of the human species, the less hopeful I am that we'll ever wake up and smell the coffee, let alone see Covid19, the changing weather systems and extreme loss of biodiversity as anything other the price we must pay for the industrialisation of the mother ship.