Posted on January 12, 2023 by Tim Eagan
As I sit here in the darkness, waiting for power to come back on, a familiar thought enters my mind: what if it never does?
And by that I mean, what if civilization just died? Because of some natural catastrophe…or because we messed up and killed it? What then?
What would happen to me and my 8 billion fellow humans and planet Earth and all the wonders we have wrought? And what of the story of our species, both good and bad? Would that history, that struggle, that aspiration, simply flicker and vanish?
Wup! The power’s back on! Awrite!
I wonder what’s on the tube?
And by that I mean, what if civilization just died? Because of some natural catastrophe…or because we messed up and killed it? What then?
What would happen to me and my 8 billion fellow humans and planet Earth and all the wonders we have wrought? And what of the story of our species, both good and bad? Would that history, that struggle, that aspiration, simply flicker and vanish?
Wup! The power’s back on! Awrite!
I wonder what’s on the tube?