Save The Night
Pablo Neruda, Twenty Poems of Love and a Song of Despair, Chile, (1904-1973)
When you live in a big city, it is a given that you won’t be able to see the stars at night. Only country bumpkins like me bother to look up in the summer nights, hoping to catch the starry spectacle of the Southern hemisphere. Not being able to watch the stars at night in cities, something that may not come up as a significant threat to human life, has moved from being a pollutant concern – monuments get eroded by excessive light, to a worry for entomologists. Light is killing our insects, and hence, depriving our bird life of nutrition, so birds are also disappearing. I thought of this when I watched the news from the USA yesterday morning on the hundreds of birds that fell from the skies in the middle of a small town in the middle of nowhere. Biblical. Hitchoesque.
We recycle, we are green. Now we must go beyond: we need to learn how to save the night.