Dear Z., The optimist in me has a nagging suspicion that the pace at which the world is changing will antiquate most of what I say in these letters to you. That part thinks that by the time you read this, you’ll be in your twenties or thirties, and not only will the fate of humanity have been decided based on our collective choices and actions around climate change, but society too will have undergone such a radical shift in consciousness as to render obsolete that which I might think important to remember from the old days.
on optimism, on land.
on optimism, on land.
on optimism, on land.
Dear Z., The optimist in me has a nagging suspicion that the pace at which the world is changing will antiquate most of what I say in these letters to you. That part thinks that by the time you read this, you’ll be in your twenties or thirties, and not only will the fate of humanity have been decided based on our collective choices and actions around climate change, but society too will have undergone such a radical shift in consciousness as to render obsolete that which I might think important to remember from the old days.