something about that dream-like moment between beginning and end

Her eyes tossed bouquets, and I chased after each one. Then, one day, sitting side-by-side on a cafeteria bench—“Okay, I’ll be your girlfriend.” She grew to fill my vision. We lay across the bench, and I felt so good my heart tumbled loose. But, in the very next moment, a centuries-traveled sense leaned in and cursed how her affection would not stay long for me. She was hardly real as it was. I tried to keep my signal-shattered smile a few more seconds.

something about “Falter” by Bill McKibben

Bill McKibben's was one of the first widely heard voices on the dangers of man-made climate change. His book, The End of Nature, cut through in 1989 with clear and urgent descriptions of the threat. McKibben has written maybe a dozen works since then, and in April 2019, he published Falter: Has the Human Game Begun to Play Itself Out?, which follows up on his 1989 warning.

I had enough to worry about when I started reading this, and I grew even more depressed and anxious with each paragraph. The last section of the book aims to inspire a final, last-ditch hope—but what is the use now?

Here is a good review of this book:

• https://www.washingtonpost.com/outlook/its-not-too-late-to-stem-climate-change-but-we-have-no-more-time-to-waste/2019/04/26/8406aa64-525b-11e9-88a1-ed346f0ec94f_story.html

 

Note: Today is the last day of the United Nations climate summit in Glasgow.