Week 12: The Empire of Oil and Gas Strikes Back, Lies, Deception on the Menu

Dear all,

Beyond any sense, logic, or empty promises, beyond our gazes, lies a question. It dwells, limbers, and shivers, oscillating lightly like a high note in the symphony of sounds. Hard mornings bring an early spring breeze carrying whispers from beyond. Where are we heading? Where is the edge of what we can see and feel? How far do we need or choose to push it? The Earth we walk on feels wobbly, roads softened after years of dreaming. In reverse, falling from the clouds, we are walking in circles. And it seems we have been doing that for a very, very long time. The comfort it gives, the familiarity it reflects, despite perpetual repetition, makes us calm and comforted. Walking in circles. Nowhere. I read an article about a red alert for this planet on the morning tram to my office. I read it once, and then I read it again. I looked out of the window while the tram was passing just woken morning streets. Kids going to school with their parents, congested traffic carrying people into the city, shy rain, doves picking leftovers from the previous night. Normal. I looked around the wagon; people scrolling through the latest Instagram pics, dozing, some reading newspapers, some sitting and looking out. No panic. Adverts selling the latest cream and discounted merchandise. The tram stopped. People went out towards waiting, hungry escalators. Heads of people moving in simultaneous forward movement. Normal. Beyond. Walking in circles. Paralyzed, tranquilized, isolated. Chained. Numb. Calm. Are we silently witnessing a homicide?