A tiny taste at the end of the Plastocene
So, the word going around town is that we are at the end of the Anthropocene. But we are really at the end of the Plastocene.
George Carlin has a whole fabulous bit about our woes with plastic and that, for all we know, maybe plastic is the ruling overload, and we are merely the minions that have brought it to its birth.
But plastic is insidious. I have always kind of known that.
Growing up on a beautiful coast that was a poor man’s beach, but just 30 years ago, we would often be confronted with plastic wash-ups.
Usually bottles and buckets, and tires, and feminine products.
I have a photo of the sandy bend by my old family home as the river made its way to the ocean. It is during the late winter, and the beach is just strewn with trash and a few half-rotted dead seagulls. . .
I found that picture again recently during my most recent Swedish death cleanths.
So my prep buying is done. . .there is nothing left to get. I have enough to share, or while away or have on hand for a brief emergency during the next few years.
None of it will go to waste, and it was fun to buy, and a lot of it had been on my mind for years.
