#ecologicalmemory — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #ecologicalmemory, aggregated by home.social.
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I wish I could explain how it feels to read Muir,
listen to the Sierra stories of my uncle,
or even read a BackpackingLite forum post from 2006.It's a shameful kind of jealousy and sadness and anger.
Knowing that these experiences of isolation, wildlife, and discovery are gone now.
To know that ducks over the Central Valley could blot out the sky at sunset;
to learn that insects have lost 70% of their population;
to hear of cities that were meadows not 100 years ago but 40 years ago;
to imagine bears roaming the grasslands of that sick joke, Grizzly Peak. -
I wish I could explain how it feels to read Muir,
listen to the Sierra stories of my uncle,
or even read a BackpackingLite forum post from 2006.It's a shameful kind of jealousy and sadness and anger.
Knowing that these experiences of isolation, wildlife, and discovery are gone now.
To know that ducks over the Central Valley could blot out the sky at sunset;
to learn that insects have lost 70% of their population;
to hear of cities that were meadows not 100 years ago but 40 years ago;
to imagine bears roaming the grasslands of that sick joke, Grizzly Peak. -
I wish I could explain how it feels to read Muir,
listen to the Sierra stories of my uncle,
or even read a BackpackingLite forum post from 2006.It's a shameful kind of jealousy and sadness and anger.
Knowing that these experiences of isolation, wildlife, and discovery are gone now.
To know that ducks over the Central Valley could blot out the sky at sunset;
to learn that insects have lost 70% of their population;
to hear of cities that were meadows not 100 years ago but 40 years ago;
to imagine bears roaming the grasslands of that sick joke, Grizzly Peak. -
I wish I could explain how it feels to read Muir,
listen to the Sierra stories of my uncle,
or even read a BackpackingLite forum post from 2006.It's a shameful kind of jealousy and sadness and anger.
Knowing that these experiences of isolation, wildlife, and discovery are gone now.
To know that ducks over the Central Valley could blot out the sky at sunset;
to learn that insects have lost 70% of their population;
to hear of cities that were meadows not 100 years ago but 40 years ago;
to imagine bears roaming the grasslands of that sick joke, Grizzly Peak. -
I wish I could explain how it feels to read Muir,
listen to the Sierra stories of my uncle,
or even read a BackpackingLite forum post from 2006.It's a shameful kind of jealousy and sadness and anger.
Knowing that these experiences of isolation, wildlife, and discovery are gone now.
To know that ducks over the Central Valley could blot out the sky at sunset;
to learn that insects have lost 70% of their population;
to hear of cities that were meadows not 100 years ago but 40 years ago;
to imagine bears roaming the grasslands of that sick joke, Grizzly Peak.