The bees!
When I have nothing else to worry about I often start thinking about the bees. The bees! What’s happening to them? And what do we do when they’re gone? No honey, that’s a given. But that’s probably the least of our worries. Who’s going to pollenate everything? You? Me? I don’t think so. If not them, then who?
There’s a really good Sherman Alexie poem about this. It ends with the following line:
Or we are fucked.
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There’s a really good Sherman Alexie poem...this. It ends with
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