I woke from a long dream last night, as far as these things can be measured in time. It had involved some strange expedition beneath the sea with a pipe being sent back to the surface to syphon off oil. It ended with a number of Aztec like figures in silhouette walking to the right followed by a long legged bird dripping as if in oil.
I woke with the thought going through my head. “The birds are complaining that they have no clean air to breathe any more.”
“They say no matter how high they fly now, it is still there, because we fly higher. The air, reeking of petrol fumes, gets on to their feathers and leaves them feeling soiled.”
They say it will take centuries for the air to become clean again. In the space of a mere 100 years humanity has managed to damage the air with pollutants that will take centuries to clean. How uncaring and careless we grow.
