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another report
May. 27th, 2016 08:23 amThere's a new climate change report out, (damn this keyboard) World Heritage and Tourism in a Changing Climate (http://whc.unesco.org/en/activities/883/ -- 108 pgs).
The report outlines how climate change will effect historical sites, national heritage sites, and national parks and preserves.
In one section, the reports notes that Great Britain's Stonehenge is at risk from heavy rains and flash floods -- 'the volume of winter rain could increase by as much as 70 percent by the 2080s.'
And I couldn't help thinking fuck the heritage sites, what's that going to do to the livability of the area for the inhabitants?
As a species, we will surely be horrified as the poorest of the poor die at an even greater rate than they do now. There will be appeals to save the displaced, starving and war wrecked millions -- and we will try, will save many. But when the millions become billions?
These thoughts shiver through me and I can only put my head down and continue with what I'm about, try not to become too hopeless, and instead focus my anxiety on the goal. Push through, one staggering step at a time.
I wish that I had enough personal resources to be more of a voice, but I can barely do what I'm doing. It never seems like enough.
The report outlines how climate change will effect historical sites, national heritage sites, and national parks and preserves.
In one section, the reports notes that Great Britain's Stonehenge is at risk from heavy rains and flash floods -- 'the volume of winter rain could increase by as much as 70 percent by the 2080s.'
And I couldn't help thinking fuck the heritage sites, what's that going to do to the livability of the area for the inhabitants?
As a species, we will surely be horrified as the poorest of the poor die at an even greater rate than they do now. There will be appeals to save the displaced, starving and war wrecked millions -- and we will try, will save many. But when the millions become billions?
These thoughts shiver through me and I can only put my head down and continue with what I'm about, try not to become too hopeless, and instead focus my anxiety on the goal. Push through, one staggering step at a time.
I wish that I had enough personal resources to be more of a voice, but I can barely do what I'm doing. It never seems like enough.