THE END OF OIL
Tonight, my home ran out of fuel. Like a car stranded on the motorway, it takes a small scale emergency to remind us of our dependence on oil. Throw in a kid and a baby and withdrawal symptoms kick in before you can say kerosene.
It got me wondering.
What if power cuts were deliberate, say once a week, to wean us off the black stuff? Then the water boards turned off the supply to get our heads around droughts. Then the mobile networks shut down the signal every so often to let ears recover. If we rationed much of the things we take for granted on tap, we’d rediscover the meaning of the word ‘value’ and forget its lame link to Tesco.
Rather than one big bleak end, let’s drip feed lots of ‘ends’ for the rest of time. Think Nostradamus as a five minute cartoon before the 6pm news. This way, Armageddon becomes second nature, dystopia becomes utopia and we’ll all die happily ever after.
Another End.
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