Cars, Cows, Colonialism
I have been listening to some podcasts (Terrestrial addresses giving up flying, which made me wonder whether I could apply a personal carbon credit for not eating meat - probably not; in the latest Guardian Live they spoke with Peter Carey about A Long Way from Home. This lead to reading something by J. M. Coetzee: The Lives of Animals). None of the resultant contemplation has given me much cheer. I am still reading Octavia Butler's Earthseed series, where the phrase MAGA features often. It was originally published around 1993. It must feel good to be a Greek in Greece... to live on your ancestral land, land of generations and generations of forebears. To belong somewhere. Or to be an indigenous tree in a world not imperiled by global warming.