Gaia unclothed would not be bare, but barren. But we've been throwing acid on her robe. It may already be too late to prevent it from becoming a shroud-but few people seem to be paying much attention. E very few months the headlines blare that our security blanket is unraveling at an ever-increasing rate, and I walk out expecting to see people wailing in the streets, calling for a stop to the acid bath. But it's business as usual.
People walk about, performing their daily tasks, greeting each other, passing pleasantries.
I feel like I'm watching a performance of robots. I want to scream. I want to shake them. But I don't. I am just as hemmed in by inertia and apathy as they.