(from the upcoming novel A New Earth — The Apocalypse Locus)

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Aspen had skipped Aberash’s sermon. She was all the way down at the other end of the beach by herself, in a similar lagoon, surrounded by the same glow. Holding her arms out, she…


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David stood in the middle of the square, allowing himself to process the new landscape around him: anywhere he cast his eyes, it was chaos. It was destruction. It was a visual mess, a battle between green and brown — as if an angry…


The Latin roots of the word consumption give away some fairly revealing hints as to how our consumer-based civilization had, since its very early stages, already began its transformation into a planet-cidal death cult. Con(altogether) and Sumere(take-up) basically means complete and total exhaustion of a resource. This is how humans…


The current pandemic has undoubtedly been entirely the fault of humans, and for more reasons than one: First, our increasing encroachment into wildlife habitats brought us into contact with new viruses. Second, the disruption of ecosystems through climate change and the ecological apocalypse shifted the dynamics between viruses and hosts…


The incomputable math of capitalism

The impact humans are having on the planet has always been the result of a very simple equation, with two basic multiplier components: 1) how much impact the average human has on the planet (emissions, habitat destruction, pollution etc.) and 2) how many humans are on the planet at a…


A Tale of Two Economies

By now, some of us have began to realise that our economic system is responsible for the totality of the mess our planet is in: natural destruction, accelerating mass extinction, exploitation and inequality, and deterioration of physical and mental health. In fact, all of the above are necessary ingredients of…


The cloud started its life small:

a tiny grey blemish in the sky,

completely unaware of its own malignancy.

As it sat lonely at the backside of the mountain,

it became used to being fed by humans,

just like a butcher’s dog.

It never rained,

not even moved.

Just sat…


Spawned into abundance

offspring of a wealthy family

you were cursed with a cognitive malfunction

gorging on your mother’s unlimited milk

as she cleaned up after your messes.

And then the wind changed

Covered in your own filth,

you watched the earth burn

you saw your cities melt

like sandcastles…


It is here,

where two bitter rivals once declared a truce.

Digging into their permanent trenches,

they put down their weapons long ago,

nonchalantly resigned to a treaty

neither of them care for anymore.

Because this is where the sea gave up trying,

leaving its last breath on the shore.


You built your lonely castle in the dark,

crafted in complete silence,

as you patiently labored

a lifetime’s work in anonymity.

You aged gracefully,

letting time encroach,

carve its scaffolds on your fortress.

Until one day,

Long after you died,

your castle was thrusted out into the spotlight,

washed up…

George Tsakraklides

Author, podcaster, scientist, documenting our system failure. Photographic Heart, Disposable Earth, Age of Separateness, Becoming Imperfect.

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