![]() “There is no “clash of civilizations.” There is a clinically dead civilization kept alive by all sorts of life-support machines that spread a peculiar plague into the planet’s atmosphere. ![]() It’s only us, the children of the final dispossession, exiles of the final hour - the ones who come into the world in concrete cubes, pick our fruits at the supermarket, and watch for an echo of the world on television - only we get to have an environment.” Such a world has its own consistency, which varies according to the intensity and quality of the ties attaching us to all of these beings, to all of these places. Those who live in a neighborhood, a street, a valley, a war zone, a workshop - they don’t have an “environment ” they move through a world peopled by presences, dangers, friends, enemies, moments of life and death, all kinds of beings. The environment is what’s left to man after he’s lost everything. ![]() There is no “environmental catastrophe.” The catastrophe is the environment itself. It may concern us, but it doesn’t touch us. ![]() At least not until we are hit by one of its foreseeable consequences. ![]() “You have to admit: this whole “catastrophe,” which they so noisily inform us about, it doesn’t really touch us. ![]()
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