Thinking of the future makes me think that we have a Cormac Maccarthy’s The Road’s model of an apocalypse at some point in the future.

What struck me most about that book isn’t the cannibals or the horribly desperate things people do to survive, but the silence - no animal noises, no insects chirping, no plants, nothing. Nothing to grow, Nothing to hunt, Nowhere to go.

How will people survive when no plants can grow? What will governments do when it can’t feed it’s own people?

I hope I die before that time comes.