This morning’s reading, delivered to me via various facets of the internet, included among other things a report on the heatwave in India that is killing people,
this commemoration of Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring: https://secretgardening.wordpress.com/2015/05/27/silent-spring/
and this article about a project involving authors writing books not to be read by anyone until 100 years have passed, to be printed on paper made from trees planted last summer: http://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/may/27/margaret-atwood-scribbler-moon-future-library-norway-katie-paterson?CMP=EMCNEWEML6619I2
I wondered what one might find to write for those possible future people.
All I could think of was: ‘Sorry’.