A papier-mâché maraca started it. That was the thing that melted my head about universal timescales. Something hideous I created at school, in decades, centuries, millennia to come would cease to exist, becoming ultimately, atomically recycled. I realised my life and death were ephemeral and, critically, I realised how afraid of that I was. I was ten.
Informed people are increasingly recognising that climate change can no longer be halted let alone reversed. It’s going to happen. It’s already happening. We need to deal with it. Continue reading