Clear skies, open seas were the only limit is the ever-receding horizon. The modernist dream was an undiscovered bonanza, and the bonus would be getting there unscathed. As we set sail into the new climate regime, what will our hope be? What happens when the process and end of the bonanza starts falling apart?
It pulsates through us, from the climate change activist using her cellphone to tweet to the oil magnate fracking. It’s in our blood, our water, and our air. This Stockholm Syndrome turns us slowly into a geological epoch in which we are the living rocks, depositing our sediment as a warning for all to come.