The economy was a car driving us off the ecological cliff, when it slowed people became sicker and poorer, when it accelerated people became healthier and richer. So regardless of the reason to slow the car, to save all the passengers, the gas pedal was pumped. Apparently nobody ever thought to park up a while and have a think about a new way to run the world that was good for people and planet.
The forestry department had the kind of logic that made sense to Esmai, it was all about keeping balance and providing optimal conditions for nature heal herself. It was about learning from nature too, in a sort of mutual exchange of goodness that helped her to feel a strong sense of belonging.
The rain had always been something enchanting to me. Not the romantic, heart and flowers type, but in a different way. It felt as if the Big Guy above all of us were crying. Were despairing at the foolish sins and actions we mortals committed. Either way, it struck me as a wonder of the nature. The rain would bring in it's cold weather, inside which I would feel warm. The aftermath of a shower would be this sweet, earthy smell. It bewitched me. The beads of water upon flower petals were quietly dramatic. Perhaps, a moment for a photo shoot. The sun would shine down after the rain, but there would be nothing hot or sticky about it. The atmosphere would be pleasantly damp, and it would give me the spirit of a dreamy poetess.
The modern monetary system itself is racist. It was invented by aristocratic Adam Smith who thought of the poor English (75% of the population) as another "lower" race (the race of journeymen). Additionally, the aristocrats certainly viewed the Irish as another race too, and it was commonly said that they were content to live in pig pens, in unsanitary conditions, overcrowded and starving. The monetary system thus kept the aristocrats well fed and cared for while the other "white races" were free to starve and die in large numbers. This system of monetary slavery was then exported via colonialism and expanded to include the slavery of black people - people with no more rights than any inanimate object. It is a system born or racism to enable the evils of emotional indifference and it is built to self-correct when altered. It will always centralise wealth into the hands of a few and thus there will always be starving and struggling masses until we evolve our world out of this barbaric system.
The words I compose come from my heart. My stories define who I am and my poems tell of how I feel. My pencil is my paint brush and this blank page is my canvas; when I start painting it is a masterpiece because it holds my ambitions, my passions and my dreams.
They were more like shadows than physical beings - lightly resembling humans-shape wise, but only black smoke. Each form rippled whenever it moved like disturbed water. The only way I knew they were looking at me was the white eyes with a slight blue hue that stood out against the darkness.