Land, fish, timber, and water use.
The theology of resource use.
Natural capital?
Natural capitalism?
Or natural capitalism caps?
What to harvest?
Where to harvest?
When to stop?
Your wood desk.
The paper filled books on your bookshelf.
The newspaper.
Wooden floors ---- real wood planks.
And Ikea laminate floors made of recycled plastic bottles.
Plastic everything.
HUNT to find ketchup in a glass bottle.
Squeeze those plastic bottles.
Dry.
But they are still here.
For 2.4 million years.
Glad it’s raining on our beach today.
No one is there.
One less day of litter.
One less plastic bottle in the sand.
Wood.
Glass.
Metal.
Rock.
Real.
The fish you eat in your sushi.
The fish you buy at the market in filets.
Catching a fish and bringing it home to eat.
And fish sticks in a plastic tray.
Microwave 2 minutes and 30 seconds.
You are so modern.
So efficient.
So intelligent.
You are moving faster each day.
No time to cook.
Faster.
No time to go catch a fish.
No.
You would have to put a raincoat on for that.
Go outside.
Rain is not convenient.
That thin clear plastic.
The lid on the tray.
So thin.
Microwave it.
Cook it.
Hear it pop and spit.
No smell in the kitchen.
No mouth watering urge.
Just popping, spitting, and DING DING DING.
What an invention.
The plastic tray and clear plastic lid.
They did
Not
Melt
You just cooked a “meal” in it.
You are such a fucking genius.
Maybe you have been caught?
Convenience is killing you.
The baited hook.
You bit.
Wake up.
Wood
Glass
Metal
Rock
Real.
The theology of resource use.
When to stop?
I say let’s start it up again.
Wood
Glass
Metal
Rock
Fingers typing on a plastic keyboard.
Disturbing irony.
