How to make sense of a world that no longer makes any sense.
What if as I suspect the climate tipping point has been reached?
What if it’s already locked and loaded?
How to deal with that?
Writing is what I do.
It’s how I make sense of a world that no longer makes any sense.
As Grenfell Tower now looms large over the evil that is neoliberalism – the climate reality looms ever larger over precisely everything.
Because running out of resources and the resultant human scrabbling means everything’s up for grabs.
Even sanity is for sale.
Nothing seems to move our politicians anymore.
Be they in London – Washington or Wellington.
It’s all about votes and deals – amidst never-ending capitalism and pretending we have time to solve it all.
They act like we’ve got heaps of it.
They piss me off.
It’s all centrism – business as usual and growth.
Endless effing growth.
Like a cancerous tumour.
Bulbous and bulging and deadly.