If I had the chance to create another planet I would place it far away. As far as humanly possible. So far that reaching it would take years upon years of building a ship then a flight of light years. A way no human would ever reach this planet. On this planet would be a replica off Earth. It would be the same size, the same shape with waves that mimicked our own. Thousands upon thousands of years ago. This planet would have luscious green leaves on every tree in summer and the cerise and orange would cover the ground as a natural catwalk. Trees would be everywhere towering over the animals as if they were mere midgets. Earth would be a maze of stinging nettles ready to prick into them any second of any day. Animals would shed their fur on the ground as if there was nothing. Birds would soar the baby blue skies as the wind would propel them through the air making them laugh and giggle as the breeze brushes them. Over in the Antarctic the ice is a single block with only cracks from where the penguins have dived to grab themselves lunch and where polar bears snuggle to keep the young ones warm. If you listen closely you hear the waddling of the penguin feet. It’s colder than it is now on our planet. Every creature in harmony. No fear of being separated from the father or loved one when the heat gets too much. Flowers of every colour are here. Bluebells swaying ringing softly. Roses are curling themselves around trees while daisy’s and dandelions stand proud rooted in the soil. It’s silent and seems so large as if the beauty will never stop, it’s there and there forever. In the gap between the wild blossoms you see a field of cows munching on the lime grass without a care in the world and chickens clucking among each other happily. There’s a lot of weed and mud for the pigs to roll in. One animal comes up to you bumping into you. It’s free to move. Animals we never knew exist are around and the alive interacting with each other in a way humans never did. They are in perfect happiness. Along the river is crocodiles (I don’t pay attention in geography I’m not sorry) waddling along while turtles crawl by. The final place to visit is the ocean but you barely recognize it. The waves are roars coming in thrashing against the sand by your feet and you smile. The sea is a soothing blue and you can make out the rainbow fish swimming in and out. Dolphins diving in with prescience. You think you see a otter but instead it’s a black Labrador enjoying the sea paddling around. There’s no plastic in sight. There’s no nothing. No sign of humans ever being here. The reason why is simple. In my world that’s almost a photocopy of Earth one thing changed. Humans never existed. Humans never walked this earth with the brain of a pea. Monkeys never evolved. Bananas never got in anything’s genes except a bananas. In this world we see right now is a world without us. A world where no action we made was negative. Another animal may one day decide to follow in our footsteps but none have done so yet
So far this world is free of plastic and buildings. The smoke that clogs our air. By 2030 it will be too late and the polar caps will be melting for all eternity? A child born today will be in a world war over food and fresh water. Because the carrots grown to supply us with food that will be chucked out the second it’s out of date will be thrown away. So let me ask you. Is this what you want? Do you want a world where breathing will instantky cause lung cancer? Where we are living in boats due to floods? Or would you rather fix what we broke? I see this world as a folder. We finished the folder now we chuck it in. It burns slowly so we decide to chuck in a page of our notes. The fire cackles as it takes our hard work and devours it within seconds so we throw in another piece and the cycle continues. The cycle continues forever and ever until one day we stop and realise. We need that folder for what we do next. We cannot retrieve the folder to it’s new standard. The first pages chucked in are gone for good and we can never re-write it. The newer pages we can salvage bringing out the burnt pages that will be crisp forever and we can not throw in our new ones. With our old folder and these pages we can create a new one. A replica but it will never be the same. The folder is our world, the first notes chucked in are what we cannot fix, it’s gone we have destroyed it. The newer pages are what we are destroying but we can save if we put in the pain and effort to reach out into the flames and grab it, burning our fingers in the process. Loosing nails in the process. Then we have the flame that symbolises us. We are what started destroying the notebook and destroyed most of the research. We cannot turn back and change the pages and say ‘Here ya go. Good as new’ The person who chucked it in is us as well but merely the smaller half. The person cannot fight the flame without harming itself and giving up. We do not need to save or recreate the notebook until we destroy the flame. It will be the coders, the writer and artists, the engineers, the mathematicians, the scientist as well as the geographer the historian and the musician who will do this. If we pull out of the bubble and stop say this isn’t about us. There is a bigger picture that we need to face and stop the picture from burning. We need to forget about the new Iphone and think of the ways we can create a mashine that can destroy plastic. We need to stop thinking about us and see we need to spread awareness. I know no one who can fix this alone. No one can but together we can. The 100k of us who follow griffpatch can. The 100 of us who do SWC. The 10 or so who view the project. Together we can make a step towards a brighter future. Scratch on ~Doggie
