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Conspiracy Theories
Feb. 3rd, 2007 01:20 pmLast night, when I went outside, tiny hailstones were falling. The grass was covered in miniature, glittering marbles, and the sky was glowing red. I walked over the grass and the sidewalk, listening to the ice underfoot, my face tilted toward the sky. The hail bounced against my face with less force than raindrops.
In the morning there was snow on the ground, a light layer like we would have at home. It feels like November. The way things were supposed to be. Going outside I hear the wind blow, and the ice fragments in the pine trees are loosened and fall through the branches with a sound like a rainstick.
I go online to see what the weather is where I live. It's cold, finally, it's like the right temperature should be. I look at the forecast for the next few days. The highs are finally low, as they should be in winter, and at night it goes below zero.
And I realize we're probably going to lose the trees we planted, and the goldenrod. The blueberries will be okay, but their flowerbuds will be gone. They would have been fine. I was so careful not to buy anything that couldn't live in our area, but after what happened in January, there isn't anything that can live in our area.
I started a project a few days ago, recording things. It was after I'd decided to do it I thought of Saikano. It probably says a lot about me that I didn't just think up something along the same lines as the record in Saikano, but that I decided to still do it even after I realized that.
The headline in the Times today is about global warming. It's a scare article and it's more optimistic than the articles the data was culled from. People are still saying things can be done to help, but it's in this plaintive way, in between saying that these things are going to happen, and they're going to keep happening, and there's nothing that can stop them.
A little while back, Time magazine mentioned that the oceans would be empty in fifty years. I felt kind of the same then. I'd been saying that for the past five years.
It's one thing to be wrong. It's one thing to be right. What's awful is being right first, and by the time anyone else realizes and starts to want to fix things, you know it's too late.
And I think things like, well, the dolphins will be gone. I just hope coelacanth will survive. It's just too awful if after everything, we kill them too.
And I think things like, I hope we just die, without destroying the rest when things turn bad.
But we're going to. It's the way things are.
In the morning there was snow on the ground, a light layer like we would have at home. It feels like November. The way things were supposed to be. Going outside I hear the wind blow, and the ice fragments in the pine trees are loosened and fall through the branches with a sound like a rainstick.
I go online to see what the weather is where I live. It's cold, finally, it's like the right temperature should be. I look at the forecast for the next few days. The highs are finally low, as they should be in winter, and at night it goes below zero.
And I realize we're probably going to lose the trees we planted, and the goldenrod. The blueberries will be okay, but their flowerbuds will be gone. They would have been fine. I was so careful not to buy anything that couldn't live in our area, but after what happened in January, there isn't anything that can live in our area.
I started a project a few days ago, recording things. It was after I'd decided to do it I thought of Saikano. It probably says a lot about me that I didn't just think up something along the same lines as the record in Saikano, but that I decided to still do it even after I realized that.
The headline in the Times today is about global warming. It's a scare article and it's more optimistic than the articles the data was culled from. People are still saying things can be done to help, but it's in this plaintive way, in between saying that these things are going to happen, and they're going to keep happening, and there's nothing that can stop them.
A little while back, Time magazine mentioned that the oceans would be empty in fifty years. I felt kind of the same then. I'd been saying that for the past five years.
It's one thing to be wrong. It's one thing to be right. What's awful is being right first, and by the time anyone else realizes and starts to want to fix things, you know it's too late.
And I think things like, well, the dolphins will be gone. I just hope coelacanth will survive. It's just too awful if after everything, we kill them too.
And I think things like, I hope we just die, without destroying the rest when things turn bad.
But we're going to. It's the way things are.
