I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la…
America, 1971.

Hello Anthropocene Age, it’s not good to meet you. But here we are. The world is hot and crowded, the fish are full of plastic and the warm, warm winds of change are blowing hard over the West of Ireland.
This blog is about not looking away as the planet burns. Dramatic? I don’t know yet. It’s a personal-public place for thoughts, facts, rantings and humour on the environment, consumerism, the limits of capitalism, eco-thrift, eco-anxiety and the economics of all things eco. Hopefully it is also a transit point for good information. I’m not a scientist, but I try to source facts from all the best places. If you can add some knowledge please do, as we’re all in this together.
I’m writing anonymously right now, because despite being a lapsed Marxist, I work as a marketing copy and content writer, so you could say I have some conflict of interest when it comes to the great big capitalist pyramid scheme. And with anonymity comes freedom. But if you want to get in touch I’m not hard to find.
So what about that horse song?
“It was a travelogue in my mind, an environmental song to some degree. We were part of the hippie era to save the earth, and I’ve always been attracted to nature and the outdoors.” Singer Dewey Bunnell of America.
And it’s kind of catchy.

The Writer.