One more thing people take for
granted, the lack of insects:
So very few where spring
evenings were full of them,
swarms in the fading light,
and you had to put lattice
frames on windows to
allow in the air and deny
them; but no need for
that now. And people,
as ever, accept this evil
as the new normal. As
they accept the birds
lesser in numbers,
their songs a distant
echo of what it was.
The people shrug their
shoulders, their lives
are so troubled, they
say, they don't have
time to such things,
all this foolish worrying
- isn't it better, they say, that
there are so few insects?
And if the birds have less
to eat, and less nestlings
each year, well, pity, but
the people, they have
so much on their mind,
they can't be worried
about this, and anyway,
on the web there are
people saying it was
ever thus, that those
spring days filled
with birdsong, those
swarms of insects,
they are all lies
from doormongers,
that everything is as
good as it has ever been,
and silence, after all,
is good for the nerves.
14.05.2023
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