The last three lines from a poem by Emily Dickinson are the epigraph of Not Even Light. Like you, I feel the winds rising. Our benighted species is drifting away from the shores of rationality and into a storm surge of madness. I don't know exactly what to do anymore other than to take what … Continue reading There came a wind like a bugle
"Bollocks": exaggerated truth or blatant lies; unfathomable rubbish (from the Urban Dictionary) Travis, the young narrator of Not Even Light, begins his tale with a look back. It puzzles me whenever I run across someone who doesn't know anything about the Long Last Days, but it probably shouldn't. Stories from the times that saw the … Continue reading Climate summit? Bollocks!
I'd like to recommend an article in the NewStatesman about the Dark Mountain Project. Like so many others in the so-called "First World," I've gotten used to burying my head in the sand with respect to where we're all (and I mean all) headed and why we're headed there because of "the stories that our … Continue reading Dark Mountain Project