I was sitting in the library reading about that awful parabola, the one with the world population on the left and the last two millenniums headed right. The sickening paragraphs about population control --the cynical reality of what can be sustained. Well it makes me wonder about the future I offer my kids, and whether I can responsibly bring another human into this crowded world. I think about adoption and the horrors (and triumphs) of genetics passed or lost. I think about the future, the dark and foreboding future.
I want to fetal into comfort. I don't know if I'm still young enough to cower at the world's atrocities and general monstrosity, but at least there are somethings that will help me sleep at night.
The future could be bright, should that be my drive? If so it's not working as well as it should. I'm back on the picket line at least, meeting with study aides and counselors starting tomorrow.
What a fucked up existence we are. What a convoluted post...
-Dan
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