We will follow the transporter.
The hope of movement makes me speculate. I wonder if there’s any chance of finding a way back. The idea that we can make it without help is too utopian.
We don’t have much time to decide.
The gray substance is now traveling overland in a hazardous materials transporter. It took the team a whole day to load it, despite its special tools.
Deep-frozen and under a carbon dioxide atmosphere, the gray substance was removed by a team from THW. We still do not know how it was created.
They tidy up the vehicle. There seems to be a solution to the gray matter. The idea of being mobile again is surreal, almost absurd.
Where should we go if we can’t go home? What life should we build here if the resources of this world are not available to everyone?
Tonight I went to the other shore to see it again. And then I saw her. She came out of the deserted streets and lay down in front of our bedroom. A she-wolf was sleeping at our doorstep. She was not alone.
When we talk about the world, what are we talking about? Of this single planet that so generously and indulgently shelters us complex-thinking beings? Of this incredible beauty of landscapes and biodiversity whose interplay and complexity should leave us awestruck and humbled and grateful?
Stephan Lessenich on the externalization society…