The dead planet

I write to my contemporaries about a world that is not yet contemporary to us. I act in my daily life regarding a world that is not yet daily to us. It is in this tug of war that I still read the newspapers, as one reads the news of a dead star. A dead planet. None of the parameters by which we still insist on dealing with « current events » will hold for long. The market, growth, public policies… The confinement of his society in the old paradigm borders on an astonishing indifference towards it. In politics, some cling to this star to save the last illusions, a dust of light. The saddest ones displace and condense their anguishes on factitious objects of hatred, that is to say people whom one will seek to present according to absolutized differences, and to whom one insanely attributes all the evils… The others fall back on what they believe they still control, their sexual orientation, their elective affinities, their consumption, moralist crusades against the neighbor or such col …