I dream about a country so distant from today’s world. Diverse and vast, that passes through me and soothes my restless mind. All negative emotions, anger, the frustration of sadness cease to exist. I quietly sense how my body comes to life. A pleasant warm breeze caresses my skin, and I enjoy moistness under my feet. I enthusiastically watch the symbiosis and deep interconnectedness of countless species of animals and plants of various shapes, forms, sizes, and scents. They speak in an unreproducible harmonic symphony. Time as we know it looses its function here. Immortality. Paradise without the fear, anxiety, and loneliness, where care and perfect mutual compactness prevail. It becomes clear to me that it cannot be real, and inconsolable unrest awakens in me. Suddenly, the tones are changing, the rhythm is changing and fluently transforms first to the mild disharmony and then to the unpleasant cacophony of sounds, as baby hits with the fingers the keys of the out of tune piano. Even the atmosphere, air, and smells are different. I feel chill, and the light darkens to amaranthine.
Only a few species of plants remain, which at times loudly, at times wailfully tell the story, warn of the approaching end – You have gone too far. With your anthropocentric position, effort to gain absolute domination over everything alive, you broke your way to the suffering and more than probable extinction. With the global capitalism system focused on economic growth, mass overproduction, pollution, and plundering of natural resources came to the point of an irreversible climatic crisis that has the consequences of losing biodiversity. You forgot that only thanks to Earth’s diversity is it possible to have clear air, drinking water, quality soil, and crops pollination. Just thanks to the variety of life, you too can exist.
That’s enough! My ears hurt, my head is spinning, and I feel my heartbeat quicken. I open my eyes and feel bitterness on my tongue that hardly tries to unstick from the palate in my mouth. The bitter taste is rooted in our DNA. I don’t know if it is a day or night, if I am in the past, present, or near future. I look around. I am in a space permeated with a strange scent that is foreign to me. It is something like the sterile smell of chlorine spreading from strange biomorphic objects reminiscing the remains of the unsuccessful human effort to save its species.