you know what’s nice?
here’s what’s nice.
if you’re in a room with a fireplace and you sit in front of a nice, open fire and then you go home and you take off your clothes and go to bed and then wake up and put on the same clothes and they smell like wood smoke from the fire that you sat in front of the night before, that’s what’s nice.
run on sentences are nice, too.
and what else.
not much, really.
dick ‘chainsaw’ cheney hasn’t shot anyone recently. which is boring.
global warming is worse than almost anyone had foreseen, and giant pieces of the arctic and antarctic ice-shelves are falling into the sea and the world is going to change in ways that we can’t imagine.
i wonder, at times, if we’re living during the last period of old-school sanity and comfort.
all of these seemingly unrelated forces are barrelling down upon us, global warming and environmental catastrophe, deforestation and mass species extinctions, rising sea levels, high-tech warfare, terrorism, genetic manipulation, not to mention the hundreds of thousands of chemical compounds that we’ve introduced into our air, water, and bodies.
i mean, the roman empire was laid low by lead pipes. and here we are introducing tons of variables into our human system, so there sort of have to be unforeseen consequences, no?
so here we are in a benign little bubble of books and food and seasons.
i wonder if our benign little bubble will seem almost disastrously quaint to future generations, similar to how the victorian benign bubble seems disastrously quaint to us.
ok, i’m just rambling now.
have a nice weekend,
moby
