Thought still life:

People are dying in sub Saharan Africa at rates not seen since the Black Plague.

Yesterday I removed thirteen snails from my fish tank and released them in a local pond

The tank feels empty without them.

Henry Miller is perplexed by the old Paris of Maugham, of Gauguin reflected in the Seine. Why is he the only one that is haunted by the historical past? Why can’t he share his thoughts with anyone, with anyone other than a thirty year old in the far distant future and millions of others, but they can’t share back, it’s a relay race and you can only share forward (or laterally). He wants to share with his predecessors but they’re gone.

A ninety year old man reflects on the absurdity odd ecological Ludites, “Do you think we could feed six billion, or the coming eight billion people with the agricultural technology of the eighteen hundreds, or even the nineteen sixties? There isn’t enough shit produced yearly by the living beings of the planet to fertilize the fields we would need to feed us all using “organic methods,” we need genetic engineering and industrial fertilizers to pull this off. Yes habitants are harmed by toxic run off, but without that toxic run off there would be no habitats to pollute, we would need every inch of soil in protected habitats to feed even half of us using the old methods.” At ninty he is re-engineering maze in Mexico.

People are dying in sub Saharan Africa at rates not seen since the Black Plague.