A quick thought on a dried up Earth...
The World in the Dish Rack
By Christopher Michael Carter
I'm washing the dishes and to the right of the sink is a canister of disinfectant wipes. I see that its top is open and, while I'd like to chastise my wife or daughter (or even dog), I know I left it open, twas I. My right hand reaches up and over and the one second before my index finger shuts the lid this runs through my mind: when cleaning wipes of any kind are left open they dry out. It doesn't matter how big the container or how small the opening. This then got me to think about our less than solid ozone layer. I thought with damages to the protective bubble around our planet how long before we dry out? It again took me to fiction as it usually does as I thought it interesting that most apocalyptic & post-apocalyptic stories involve a dry, desert like world. Putting it together that perhaps it's not just a textural aesthetic but a subconscious prediction. With war and aerial chemical expansion from pollution and other, constant traffic in and out of our atmosphere and mass temperature changes our bubble is bound to burst or at least rupture.
Our atmosphere/ozone layer/protective shield from the cold, noiseless, and weightless black yonder is much like the Earth's appendix: you don't really put a lot of thought into it unless you work in that field but you certainly think about it when it ruptures or, worse, bursts. So perhaps post apocalyptic stories aren't as fantastical as they seem. Perhaps we run the risk of drying out. If this is the case, it's inevitable, and there's no logical patchwork that can be done. I think our next big step would be coming up with a planetary pocket protector but some of the issues with such an idea would be ownership over the protective cover and traffic. Which country would own what fraction? Who funds it? How do we keep it and still travel off planet? If it's broken by a meteor shower what insurance covers that? Sometimes there will be the idea that could help change and prolong life however all the questions that could never be answered are put in the mix and the idea's legs don't seem strong enough to stand. Or perhaps because these questions seem so overwhelming, much is stopped before starting. How do we preserve our moist amphibian world and keep from drying out like the cleaning wipes? Is it futile to even give it a thought? Would the thought just bring on more paranoia, neuroses, and confusion of man's legacy?
The lid's closed. Second's over. Time to finish the dishes.