The global problem? Wikipedia notes: ‘The Population Bomb  is a book written by Stanford University Professor Paul R. Ehrlich and his wife, Anne Ehrlich. It predicted worldwide famine due to overpopulation[i], as well as other major societal upheavals, and advocated immediate action to limit population growth. Fears of a "population explosion" existed in the … Continue reading Population
Excerpt from book soon to be released on Amazon; written for 10 - 13 year olds Art work by Brendan Tunks, unless otherwise specified (except the chickens)
Grandmother oak falls Leaving room for her children to scale the sunlight Image by Nico Wall from Pixabay
He remembered thinking it had all been over so quickly. It had, hadn’t it, come suddenly. A few years of wildly see-sawing weather, of ever rising levees and old people dying from too much heat and water shortages here and floods there, then the mad rush of an island nation for drier land. Then another. And another. The bombing that had to be done. Defences set up on coasts where all the mangroves were dying and the reefs bleached... skeletal. The enclaves where life went on in what passed as the new normal controlled by people with big guns.
My return to Twitter did not work. Too much white noise, still, and the takeover by Musk amplified such. Perhaps it's simply that I don't have the character for the 400+ character shoutiness that is this most truncated of social media. Bye bye birdy.
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We are our best self when genuinely connected with others and the natural world. Connections matter, not networking.
God only knows why. Hope to avoid the WHITE NOISE this time. Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com
She's just won the Nobel (October 2022) for Literature so I've seen her name (for the first time too - so much happens in the world and no-one, no-one, can know even a smidgeon of it all) bandied about recently. So I leap this morning from The Guardian page to a note from Booker Prizes … Continue reading Reading Annie Ernaux’s ‘The Years’
Mementoes set in stone, of stone read by the earth’s lithographers who are wondering where to set the golden spike for this age. Marking slow time: eons, eras, periods, epochs, passages once set by gods or no gods. Rocky signatures etched by the slow swing of something other than the swifter acts of Man/Woman.