What is the best recipe for disaster? Please answer in at least three distinct styles or forms (e.g. Gothic, Romantic, sonnet, etc.).

Overambition is a fairly good recipe for disaster. For example, picking an underslept morning to try and deal with a stylistic challenge on top of what strikes as a troublesome enough question in it’s own right.

Humanity’s for a disaster,
Won’t heal our fleshwounds with a plaster,
We’re going to die,
And yet we still try,
To carry on living life faster.

 

The truth is that we are on a pretty troublesome route at the moment. Pointing directly at a number of potential ends of the world. We’re arranging deck chairs on the Titanic. And in fact, it’s more like we’re obsessed with competing with each other for shinier deck chairs, cutting up bits of the hull, taking them out and using them to build more impressive seating structures.

We’re making it worse. We’re missing the point. We’ve got a pretty fine mess brewing up here. And we’re putting our heads in the sand.

With people dying every day due to poverty, it is pretty obscene to be living a life where we define our selves by the things we own and the type of thing we consume. We genuinely are putting some of the most absurd and unimportant things ahead of other people’s lives.

That’s the lives of people on the other side of the world. The lives of people on the ‘wrong side of the tracks’ and the lives of people a generation or two into the future. And maybe even ourselves, tomorrow.

It isn’t Okay.
Each sunset is free for all.
Earth should be that to.

 

For a while, I’m going to talk about me, and not this generic, easily avoided ‘us’ and ‘we’. (Note how briefly it works, it’s hard, you know.)

I think I try and live relatively well. A huge majority of my clothes are second hand, found, or gifted. I buy some seasonal veg on a regular basis. I try and turn lights off when I leave rooms, and put jumpers on before I turn the heating on.

The idea that tiny gestures are enough feels absurd to me, but it makes me feel a little better about myself. It doesn’t even come close to counterbalancing my huge consumption of ridiculous foods, vast amounts of music, electricity and water.

The impending disaster is mainly just the fact that we’re heading for an apocalypse whilst taking a decadent lifestyle for granted. Everything has become normalised, so that despite our riches (monetary and technological) we still expect there to be people dying from basic poverty. We also think that it’s normal to live lives full of stuff.

We’ve made a good recipe.
Everything we dream of
Always
Right on our Doorstep.
Everything.
For
Us, for now, it is fine.
Cos we’ve blinded ourselves to the future and others.
Killers. All.
Essentially.
Don’t have many ideas how to fix this. And none of the will.

 

The recipe’s been in the oven for ages.

It’s finished in a bit.

Life is going to change forever.

Illustration by Lucy.

If my viewpoint seems cynical, it’s because I’m tired from reading this incredible and horrifying blog.

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About Alabaster Crippens

Joiner of Dots. Player of Games. Unreliable Narrator. Dancing Fool.
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