From where we are now to no complex forms of life.
Eighty five years?
That's my grand children's time.
But to get there- no complex forms of life - like only bacteria - in the
That time?
Ok. That's mind blowing.
And terrifying, beyond terrifying.
Isn't it?
Like the air being sucked out of my lungs
... (But I discover I don't need to breathe - weird)
Like sadness, no. tragedy,a lost precious opportunity
A failure
Like paralysing grief
is this all before?
If the past is what we see when we look out at the stars
Where is the future?
Eighty five years (ish I suppose)
I feel sick, like vomit sick
Come on people.
What's it feel like, this declaration from Open?
Am I alone?