I often wonder if and whenever aliens actually do discover our foibled existence here upon our home planet what would they think of seeing something as despicably weird as toxic waste becoming historical chronilogical markers?
👉 Take for example this disturbing yet oddly fascinating news blurb I smacked into cruising the science www world just now:
Plastic ‘fossils’ help scientists reconstruct the history of bird nests
So I got to thinking: I walk the streets of Wilmington Delaware every day. I see litter as its own historical marker vis-à-vis, as in: It Never Goes Away! Except maybe briefly, on City street sweeper day, between the hours of whenever to whenever, briefly… but then it’s right back like it grew there. So what else have we occasional miscreants as a species chucked from our worldly existence of oh idk say some epoch we all can relate to like the 1960’s into our present day amazement …? A Tab can perhaps? Yes that virgin birth of the sugar free soda pop market darling created in 1960 to quench the thirst of, dare I say, our expanding existence? Even though it’s been rebranded and remarketed over and over I’d put good honest American folding money that original Tab cans and all what else from back then still can be found in recyclable condition in landfills 🤔💡 …hey Donodegodo and Prince Elon: instead of trying to buy Greenland why don’t you develop the technology to mine our existing landfills for resources and minerals? Or are you afraid of releasing Toxic Sludge-ageddon that we all know is still being illegally corporately funneled there. But what do I know 🤷 I’m just a guy breathing the same air and drinking the same water they are… right? Right?
Anyway, speaking of the radical ‘60s, and the sugar free thingy, my tune mood hit on this classic 🎶
