As I was lying awake one night, recently, thinking about the climate, as you do, I suddenly remembered Lucy Hawking. Not that I had forgotten her, or anything, but it dawned on me that her sixth and last book about George [and the Ship of Time], which is already two years old, described very nearly the kind of dreadful future we might now be looking at, the way things are going.
And even though I was never dismissing it, I still wanted to believe it was more scaremongering than an extremely likely reality. But thanks to Greta Thunberg it’s obvious that George’s fictional future in his fictional Foxbridge will most likely happen. Sooner than we thought, if we thought anything at all.
I’m not sure how I came to have these thoughts in the deep of night, or how I could have ‘forgotten’ the developments in George the sixth. It’s so much scarier when you see how a place you know well has changed because of a bad government, than if you look carelessly at what’s happening in Australia right now. Because that’s so far away.
It appears that adults generally fail to see what’s going on. Especially the ‘adults’ who govern our country. I actually don’t have much hope that all this will ever be sorted out when someone suddenly sees sense.