Trelawny, Jamaica. Not sure what’s happening on the southern side of the island.
Being at a resort during a hurricane is peak boring dystopia. The staff calmly fed us breakfast and handed out pack lunches — sandwiches, cereal, and bananas. Fresh towels delivered just in advance of the lockdown. Gas-powered generators provide lights, TV, and Internet. The same fuel the earliest Cat-5 hurricane in Atlantic history. We stay in our room, entertaining two kids and exchange messages with friends back home and the family we travel with. The mattress for our king-size bed covers the patio doors. The staff residence we see below has its windows boarded up.
We’ve used two streaming services to watch movies.
The false alarm two hours ago showed that our go-bags are ready, and we can head to shelter in under 30 s. They ever actually confirmed it as a false alarm.
climate change will manifest as a series of disasters viewed through phones with footage that gets closer and closer to where you live until you’re the one filming it.
perhaps once a larger portion of humanity has survived the beginnings of this shit storm the remainder will start to take things seriously.
I hope. but don’t expect.
If enough people die, we wouldn’t be polluting the earth as much anymore, leading to a natural reduction in greenhouse gases.
Every cloud
