Photo by Alex MacLean
I have been having nightmares lately. In my troubled sleep, I see sustainably friendly cars with fuel cells, zipping along highways, arriving at sustainably constructed shopping malls, surrounded by sustainable suburban houses. I walk into the sustainable supermarket, with its 45,000 or so items, and still see that 25% or 30% of these are made from corn, now brought to the market by sustainable semis and sustainable railroad cars. At night, the glow of blue screens in my neighborhood tells me that my sustainable neighbors are watching American Idol on their sustainable monster screen tvs, while the commercials still hawk a continuingly exploding array of now-sustainable products.
In these dreams, Amy and I still walk downtown, as we always have, and along the way there is not one more walker on the still ugly sidewalks. The streets are crammed with sustainable cars, and traffic is worse, though more sustainable, than ever. Downtown is still filled with office workers who come in during the morning rush in their sustainable cars, and leave in the evening in those same cars. At night, there are no more people, or activities, than there used to be, though there are a few more parking garages. And there’s still no streetcar.
Aaarrgghh!! I am terrified that for many Americans, this is not a nightmare, but the most pleasant, the sweetest of dreams. Simply substitute technologies and carry on.
Maybe I need a different pillow.