The Daily Blues

Prior post.

How were we supposed to know?

Or, to put it even better, how were our ancestors supposed to know? Why didn't it occur to them, that filling the furnace with coal and oil would, eventually, cause a disaster. And, if some of them had the thought, how come they didn't stop it? Perhaps they tried and failed. I have only heard dim rumours. However the hows and whys, we're pretty much screwed, all of us. Penguins included.

It seems, something must be done. Well, actually, it seems like nothing can be done and we're in for it, no matter what we do. Our feeble attempts on reversing development have hitherto ammounted to fuck all. Like arrows against an avalange. Like bringing an accordion to a gunfight.

Must we abandon all hope to enter into the future and beyond? Close our eyes and wait till it's over?

I don't know.

I guess, somebody's gotta do something in a damn hurry, and it's partially up to me, but still, like must others, I sit on my hands and shake my head. I read the news, watch the updates, check my text messages and email on a regular basis, so it's not that I am ignorant of the events in the world outside my inbox. Still, I choose to retire, blow the horn and fall back. It seems to be all I have left to do.

Enough about me. How about you?

- The Cleaner