Every generation has those who say what we know is all over. Sometimes, sadly or for the better, those prognosticators are right. The end is not only near, it's here. I haven't lived through the utter reality that my life as I know it will cease to exist, but my son--the anarchist--lives his life based on the idea that the society as we have it currently configured, will collapse.
More than a year ago, my son told me of a coming food shortage, gas and power shortage, economic imbalance, and weather catastrophes brought on by global warming. He also told me that the plastic island floating in the Pacific is not the size of Texas, but, in fact, the size of the United States. The first measurement was wrong.
Mostly, I tried not to believe him, but it fit in well with a class I was thinking of putting together based on post-apocalyptic films and books. He had just finished reading The Road, and I was thinking about books such as July's People by Nadine Gordimer and the novel my son gave me, Into the Forest. We had both seen Children of Men, so we discussed Blade Runner, Mad Maxx, and a few that I know can't remember, possibly because the end does seem slightly more inevitable now.
A friend wrote me yesterday, sending in her missive the news that Starbucks is shutting down 600 stores, laying off 12,000 people. While this may elicit a cry of joy from many of you who do not approve of their blend of Sumatra, it's another indication of the economic situation.
I discussed this all yesterday during my monthly walk with an old friend. I was telling her how I didn't want to be afraid of all this. I told her about my wish that my 403bs would actually make it to maturity. I want to retire and go to Paris, for god's sake. My discussion was negative and afraid, and she said, "I don't see this as negative at all."
It took me a minute to pull myself off the ground, and she told me that this scenario as my son predicts is a righting of wrongs. What we have going is not working. It's broken. It's flawed. There is absolutely no way to fix it. Gas and oil are not our salvation but our destruction. But the destruction is necessary in order for something that works to be rebuilt. Now that there are so many humans on the planet, the breaking of the system is a huge thing, a worldwide thing. Not the burning of the huts and a move to another valley. A burning of everything.
Writers have been worried about our future for a long time. I can't help but think of Orwell, who imagined the worst case scenario sooner than it has happened, but we are inching along in Orwellian territory.
I'm not ready to clap my hands at the burning of Rome, but I'm thinking about stockpiling tuna and learning a skill, as my old friend suggested, that can serve you and help you live. Life is all going to be about the bartering system, but for now, stuff your mattresses.
What to do. Homeopathy, anyone?
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