Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1058: Something About Environmental Impact

It is night and the sounds of insects ring on out upon a cool breeze. I sit here and I type away and hope that I can get this done in a speed that I feel is acceptable for the time of day in which I am currently writing this.

It is currently evening and the darkness swallows all, but all the light pollution keeps the darkness at bay. It is all the same for the time being, and for the time being it is not.

I don’t know what that last sentence is meant to mean in the context of this writing, but I’m going to leave it in as most of the stuff I write doesn’t make for much interesting reading anyway.

It is dark and in the darkness light is spread out and the light is thick, but it can only push back some of the darkness, for all of the world must sleep at some point and artificial light can only do so much.

It certainly does a good job of making a lot of places in urban areas not seem as dark as they should though, and perhaps that is an issue that needs to be tackled sooner rather than later.

There probably are a lot of issues caused by artificial light that we need to consider that we don’t consider often enough, but that is not something for here right now. Right now this is all about being vaguely and (hopefully) pretentiously poetic in a manner that gets across all the smug self-importance that I can muster. That is what all of this is about. Sure, I could talk about the ramifications of our impact on the planet; I could talk about that, but where would the fun in that be?

This is no place to share concerns. This is not a space where one must consider the impacts that they have on things. No, this is a place where all of that can be forgotten whilst imbibing upon a miasma of mediocrity and all of its dizzying and intoxicating forms, so long as they are found within a very narrow definition of “all” and “forms”. Therefore, there will be no considering of the impacts that we have. There will be no questioning of that which we should question, especially when it comes to ourselves. There will be no reflection and there will be no rumination. That is all for somewhere else.

We need to male sure that we discard all of that and forget everything and instead appreciate the sounds that we can hear and not think about how much longer we will be able to hear them for. It is far better to bury our heads in the sand and pretend that it’s all okay than it is to think about those things. It is far better to not think about light pollution (as well as noise pollution) and instead just keep on trundling along as though there will be no consequence.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:53:36

It is possible to describe today as a long day and perhaps I let that get to me a bit as I was meant to do more, but instead only did this. Such is life.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
This entry was posted in Life and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.