What Would It Mean to Live in the Clouds?
If one can dream up a better future for humanity or for whatever species humans evolve into, why replicate the past?
If one can dream up a better future for humanity or for whatever species humans evolve into, why replicate the past?
When I walk the dog or run errands, I pay attention to the trees around me. It roots me in the now.
On a remote island north of the Arctic Circle, several centuries’ worth of human-made pollutants have come to rest.
“I felt as if the world was coming to an end.”
Burro was regarded by his contemporaries as a crazy person.
A down pillow, grey with dust, came down the line. I was angry at it, at how light it was, how easy it was to pass.
Polar cyclones. A huge magnetic field. A whole new Jupiter?
“No one can answer if I ask why someone wants half a million people dead.”
“What is the average life span of a species? Of a family?”
“It will be my parents’ last eclipse; it will be my daughter’s first.”
Masami Yoshizawa hauled his radiated cows down to Tokyo, demanding that his animals be studied.
“You pick your tragedy and aim for that. I chose earthquake.”