“The ice is melting. Your drink is getting warm. A wall of water is heading for your patio. From space, you can see the coal furnaces glowing. We consume everything. We are dying of consumption. hard woods are toppling for dashboards, the last rhino has given up it’s horn for a cancer cure that doesn’t work. The last fish is gasping beneath a floating island of plastic as big as France. The weather forecast is a state secret.”
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