This morning, Simon told me about this:
He warned me that reading it would be depressing.
It was. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I already know that we are doomed. The evidence is all around us. Insects are dying. Species are going extinct. People are killing each other or starving to death. Fires are burning up the planet or floods are drowning it.
And still, we continue to re-arrange the chairs on the deck of the Titanic.
I hover between giving up and wanting to do something. The giving up involves retreating to a cave. The “doing something” is more about helping campaign for the Green Party.
Taking a long, hard look at myself. What can I do? I am less than a drop in the ocean. And still, as long as I am alive, I have to keep living.
Today, I look at my life and wonder, “Why on earth am I going back to the island? What does it matter where I live? How much longer do we have?”
But we’re funny critters – we people. We continue to go to the grocery store, cook meals, watch TV, go to work, as though nothing has changed.
Everything has changed and everything is changing.
I want to do something and yet, at the moment, all I can think to do is get into the alpine and then walk forward on what appears to be a rather meaningless path – and do it one step at a time.