Polar bear swim, Nexen Beach, Squamish, B.C. New Year’s Eve, 2019.
Capital powers work themselves, right under our noses. The crowds, oblivious. Or perhaps, willfully ignorant. They chant in unison. Here to have a good time. Need to revitalize my own. Understandable… This pace is demanding.
I hear the trucks now. They’ve been coming for a long time. In and out, in and out. Bringing materials and resources displaced from someone else’s backyard. Doing it because it is what they’ve always done. Puts food on the table… Never enough however. There’s always this void that remains.
Build it up. Build it up high enough to fill in the so-called gaps of our world that always claims to never have enough. Emptiness becomes full only temporarily. Occupying, busying, distracting…
While the takers fix their eyes on the prize of a future someday, they empty their own without coercion into someone else’s that is already overflowing.
Later, not much later, the oceans overflow into their prized investment. Broken promises are real. Some worse than others.