Once upon a time there was a working dock in the midst of the city. Princes Dock was the middle one, Queen’s Dock was filled in, becoming a garden, whilst the outer one, Humber Dock, found a new use as a recreatonial marina.
Once i consume that baked meat, just another day, i will eat no more meat. Dairy, with the exception of yogurt, i will no longer consume, either. Yogurt i have spared as Yannick loves licking the bowl of porridge with yogurt and honey in the morning.
It will be in my menu for as long as she lives.
Can you hear me? Greta Thunberg
Four words, thirteen characters, said by a sixteen year old girl. Yet, those characters are at the heart of the zeitgeist of our age. No one seems to be hearing anyone else, at least in public life, if not in the privacy of our homes. The malaise of our times, our blindness, our deafness. Our collective suicide.