Several friends and acquaintances of mine are having babies.
I am 52 years old and the climate is pretty fucked up already. (Otherwise, I
feel okay and I'm enjoying life in an overall sense - jazz, poetry, walks,
learning, etc.) When these babies are 52 years old, the year will be 2071.
Even seeing the year written in numerals like that is bracing. The numbers have
an apocalyptic look to them, somehow, in this stage of the Anthropocene. I don't have the divinatory capacities to
know what the world will look like for them in 2071. Right now, all I can say
is that it seems unthinkable. The unthinkable Earth.
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