Let me tell it the old way, then the new way. See which worries you most. Continue reading “Easter Island”
I am not writing this essay for any other reason than I am scared shitless about what I am reading concerning the state of our ocean and what over fishing, pollution and now Nakashima is doing to it. Frightened, and sad, and in despair . . . that’s the best I can explain my feelings.
I am not an alarmist, I don’t run around shouting “the sky is falling!” . . . and I am really not afraid of much of anything, save ignorance and the people who seem to be in love with it.