Yeah, I guess I made this picture months ago and never really posted it, so here it is.   I spend a lot of time thinking about sustainable energy, especially when it comes to travel or rather, I guess, self-sustaining energy, or self-propelled travel. 

If I can come up with a good enough invention then I won’t even have to really invent it, just patent it and wait for the auto industry giants to buy up my patent, not so they can make the damn thing, but just so they can quash it like they did with all those designs for the electric car and so on, buying up the right to not have it made. 

Then I could live high off the hog for that last decade or two of this absolute human comfort of ours before the bottom dropped out of society and everything went to flames and twisted metal and chaos and as I watched it all go to hell I’d know that I did my own small part to push it all over the edge, or that I didn’t do my part to grab hold and pull back and keep it from falling, that the time to heave against the line had come and gone and I’d said “no thanks”.  And I’d be ashamed with myself for those years, knowing that the hell of our everyday lives was one I’d somehow chosen. 

But then maybe way down the road, after everything had ended and there was nothing but static on every channel and all the streets had cracked and broken into dirt and all the windows had been smashed back down into sand, maybe then I could pull out those old blueprints and try my best to remember how to read them and wonder if we were finally ready for this kind of thing, if this was something we could finally actually use. 

And yeah, this picture is about the days that come after that day.  Enjoy.