EARTH – THE MYTHICAL CITY OF SOIL
Are maps the geographical equivalent of porn? If yes, then maps of El Dorado, Atlantis and Arthur’s lesser known Lyonessse (where I grew up) are well…(complete the sentence according to your libido).
Anyway I regress. Mythical meccas, that’s it. Today, as I saw the sky trying to cry and finding little emotion in the tank and wondered what the upshot of the end of rain would be. The end of plants perhaps? And what would the upshot of that be? The end of soil perhaps? And then I realised what had happened – the tide had started to come in and hadn’t stopped. I’d grown fins and swum off with my family and friends to a much happier place.
So, are we paddling in the wrong direction with climate change? Maybe if we sped the whole shebang up and sank the planet, we’d wake up and smell the coffee (albeit a little salty).
Yours treasonably,
King Canute.
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