The last pears in the world

Last part of my memories of “Memories from a parallel future”: PAYING THE PRICE OF SURVIVAL

I collect cans, shoot them and gather the shells in jars. I enclose. To protect and hide. To keep, portion and ration. I put the beetroot’s broken bones in a cast and shoot it to pieces that wither and dry. I plant seeds in cans of glass and water them with saturated salt water.

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Beetroot in cast, just shot.
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The same beetroot, a week later.

The thing is: we are the descendants of the survivors. In every catastrophe, every time in history when humans have done horrible things to stay alive, our ancestors have survived. Every last one of them. Somehow that doesn’t cheer me up.

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Reliquary for the last pears in the world, memories from a better time.

Ritual survival packages

Part 4 of my memories of “Memories from a parallel future”: SURVIVING

Depletion of resources always leads to violence. We know this, but still we keep nibbling at the earth a little chunk at a time. What do we plan to do when there is nothing left?

During crises rituals become more important to people, we cling to the known and safe. The thought that something has been done the same way, over time, by many people, fill objects, movements and words with meaning and function. We become actors and participants in a wider context, we don’t have to choose – the ritual is already set in its form.

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Survival for two weeks (plus an onion for some taste).
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Each package contains a daily ration for someone of my size to survive (not thrive). Rice, beans, grains, etc, in waxed cloth.

How do we survive today in a way that is worth its price tomorrow?

Mostly harmless

Part 3, of my memories of Memories from a parallel future: DEFENDING

I’ve never been a threat to anyone. There has never been a reason to kill me. But if I sit there, on a pile of food in a world unable to produce more, I can see three choices: share it and die when it runs out, kill to keep it, or be killed for it. Who do you want to be in that situation?

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Defending 1, 2, and 3
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Defending 1: glass can with used cartridge shells.
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Defending 2: burned can, glass lid, red velvet, used shotgun shells.
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Defending 3: burned can, glass lid, red velvet, used cartridge shells.

Next time: SURVIVING

The life and death matter of salt

Part 2 of my memories of Memories from a parallel future: PRESERVING.

What has been collected needs to be preserved. Salt is an edible stone that is soluble in water. You sprinkle it on your food and in disappears into it and completely alters the taste. Once a culture has discovered salt, there is no going back. Salt has long been used for preserving food, next to drying and smoking. It preserves life (our’s) because it kills life (what would otherwise live in our food). Kind of like hand sanitiser.

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Preservation 1, 2, and 3.
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Preservation 1: keeping it airy and dry.
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Preservation 2: salt crystals covering glass, keeping it clean.
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Preservation 3: salt crystals growing on thyme, preserving and killing it.