The Bone Clocks

by David Mitchell

it’s everything: it’s grief for the regions we deadlanded, the ice caps we melted, the Gulf Stream we redirected, the rivers we drained, the coasts we flooded, the lakes we choked with crap, the seas we killed, the species we drove to extinction, the pollinators we wiped out, the oil we squandered, the drugs we rendered impotent, the comforting liars we voted into office – all so we didn’t have to change our cosy lifestyles.

Grief

My generation were diners stuffing ourselves senseless at the Restaurant of the Earth’s Riches

Generation