the duchy of hetkettle trophish

others offer much to many, i seek few’tility.

the harbinger and the result.

does the military mean?

is the destruction a symbol of inefficacy?

no way to build understanding. too weak to change course.

bang.

fight it though.

we’re nature, nature is us, population rise and fall is a matter of geologic record. we know; we burn it everyday, the evidence of mortality.

you get over the dread, says the voice. you get over the guilt. you get over everything. the many meanings of resilience.

truthfully i know human and thermal inertia make a rotten cocktail.

so does hemlock.…

i never heard back from the security guy on my critique of his geopolitics. “peak oil is peak oil,” his silence said. “climate change is just another bump on the road that used to be an animal.”

there’s never a good reason to write back to people, anyhow.

the question i don’t get, and still don’t get, and won’t get until maybe i’m dead, is, how does peak oil kill us, if we replace the divine goo of vengeance as widely as we can then manage the rest by agreement? i read people saying that every other energy source needs oil to survive. but they also say that when they say peak oil they specifically mean demand outstripping supply. when you say back that you’re talking about cutting demand significantly, down as low as it will go, they turn the argument into one of political possibility.

there’s something you want out of this, i say.

no, they say. we’re being realistic.

isn’t everybody, i say.

is showing us what can go wrong.

if you’re having trouble imagining the scale, you’ve been sleeping.

one step farther along the road of i gain from your ignorance from the tsunami.
one more demonstration how the market makes plans first for its own safety.
one great leap into the wilderness of militaristic paranoia.

where are the exit signs?
nowhere.

we have no exit strategy.

it told me to tell you that it’s been three months now, here. not there. three. feels unlike time. people like me say time flies faster with time but i’ve been watching the pot i have. never boiling lasts forever.

something i know you don’t: the pot is many.