Disappearing Acts

I have stood by my window overlooking a ragged Suffolk garden and marshland for over a decade now and seen the insects disappear, the old hawthorns and ashes cut down, how the thrush and little owl no longer call from the hedge, how the green woodpecker no longer comes to forage for ants, the hedgehog to sleep in the woodpile, or the hares and lapwings appear in the fields

Deep thought – dystopia and revolt – June 5

•The War on Scarcity •The Collapse of Western Civilization: A View from the Future •Without Water, Revolution •Turkish hopes for a new beginning •The Stockholm Uprising and the Myth of Swedish Social Democracy •The Natural Limits Of Confronting Our Limits •Days of Destruction