ignoring warnings is an invitation to the unwanted
Many shops along main street, any street, are shuttered. Mine made meals good as home. Now I have the cooking covered. At home, where the fry pan is. Where I rendezvous with the barbecue and self-sufficiency slogans boast of necessity.
Necessity, that is, with relative ease. Clean water, sanitizer, online rapport. Early hour shopping for the silver cohort. Living sci-fi without the fiction. A silent spring. Global warming. The signs were there with ample warning.
Warning of economic and social disparity. The over-take of biotech. All but invisible in times of prosperity. Their message arrived; we read and forgot. Not the end of the world. The world will survive. We might not.
