Those “five multinational corporations”, or rather, the people behind them, the people that wind them up and send them forth, are doing much more than stomping and kicking creative literature and ethical journalism; they are squeezing all the joy out of life, and life out of the earth, leaving vast herds of humanity crowded and lonely in a bleak and barren land like animals forced to live in their own waste. No, this is not 1984 or Brave New World; this is real, non-fiction and now.
Almost fifty years ago, Jim Morrison of the Doors sang, “What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her, stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn, and tied her with fences and dragged her down”. (When The Music’s Over on the Strange Days album, 1967)
I just read your first chapter and, at first, I struggled to build the backdrop to the opening scene, but as I read on the geography began to create itself to the point where I could feel the scene.
Thanks for creating another world for exploration. I know I won’t be the only one visiting it!