we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through underground networks. where octopuses dream. where elephants return to the bones of their dead and stand over them in silence. where bees communicate through dance, showing each other where to fly. where flowers bloom...where crows remember human faces -especially those who were cruel to them - and pass that memory on to their young. where ants build entire cities. where cats purr at a frequency that can help heal bones. where forests, after fires, grow flowers first.
🇨🇩💔 70 children. Congo. Killed.
Not soldiers. Not targets. Children. Mining the minerals that power your phone, your car, your entire digital life
Cobalt from Congo runs the world. And the world runs on child labor, collapse, and silence
They'll post the numbers, share the grief, then scroll past while the mines keep running
70 children dead. The world yawns. The batteries keep charging.
“hey dude, how’s it going?”
yeah pretty good, i’ve started to get this kind of gnawing dread every time i throw a little piece of plastic in the bin and i vividly visualise billions of people doing the exact same thing for decades but other than that pretty good, how about you?
Literalmente acaban de salir unos papeles de unos señores de una isla confirmando que controlan y deciden absolutamente todos los aspectos de la realidad y veis una actuación planeada al milímetro como acto revolucionario en vez de apaciguamiento de un lado y reacción del otro.