In the middle of the Pacific, there is garbage dumb the size of Texas!
I head about this last year in Newsweek, but the story didn’t really sink into my mind. You have your moments of receptiveness.
Sometimes a charismatic person in front of you, can be of help to clear the path. Sometimes it just comes.
I didn’t really think too much about it until now. I don’t know why, but the story of the Great Pacific Plastic Patch suddenly popped into my head again today.
I remembered pictures of dead fish and albatrosses with their bellies cut open, just to expose metal, plastic, batteries and all sorts of crap. Chris Jordan took the pictures of the birds.
What struck me as so incredibly sad about this – apart from us idiost polluting the sea, that we can probably never restore – is that these animals are left to rot on the ground or in the sea, while the objects inside them ‘live’ forever. I imagine that a big part of man’s creations are not going down with us at the end. They will stay. To memory our proud tribe of fools we leave behind condoms and toys from Kinder Eggs.
If you wanna be a true immortal and be remembered: Don’t apply for American Idol – get the globe clean instead. Begin by joining the cause and think beyond plastic.
Plastic Patch
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My stomach is in pain
It proves the food chain is never stronger than it’s weakest link
Whatever I consume
The doctor will remove with instruments in his operating room
Lay, reset
Then forget to
Let the swallowed world swallow you
I can’t deplore
I always lust for more than I’m in need for, but cannot ignore
I’m not good company
I leave the floor to be swept by the neverending sea
Lay, reset
Then forget to
Let the swallowed world swallow you
