We’re on the right track to solarization. We just need speed up the pace, brighen up this planet, and save our sorry asses.
As colonies collapse and the climate crisis accelerates, bees come into deeper focus in the acclaimed chronicle of a remote space and tradition
Captivated by global warming and shortly before I called it cli-fi, I researched and reported the myriad ways life on Earth could die. Few were more terrifying than hydrogen sulfide.
Princess Mononoke meets The Never-Ending Man, as Hayao Miyazaki’s blessed return inches closer to the cli-fi future he chronicled, as it happened.
“It does not evaluate mitigation technologies or policies or undertake an analysis of the effectiveness of various approaches.”
“There’s something quaint about these attempts to control us today, in a period where we are boiling with information and complexity, both of which have reached levels that could be called fractal, if that wasn’t a polite way of saying chaotic.“
The visual meditations on sustainability and overload evoke World War II–era posters that inspired the campaign. The posters can be torn out of the book and plastered somewhere useful.
They would rather wait until the climate crisis has already ripped the roof off the world as they knew it, before doing anything significant about it.
Dry lightning strikes in June might be “climatologically rare” now. But thanks to human-induced global warming, they will soon be utterly logical.
The ecological impact has been felt in the Niger Delta, which is the oil-producing region. According to the World Wildlife Fund, it is one of the most polluted places on the face of the Earth.
To mangle the cliche, the evil is in the details.
Our reliance upon fossil fuels could spell the end of our species as a whole if we don’t get our shit together.