The climate of our planet now consists of a set of very strange dreams that are swimming across the surface of our minds like weird clouds.
“I go dreaming into the future, where I see nothing, nothing. I have no plans, no idea, no project, and, what is worse, no ambition. Something – the eternal ‘what’s the use?’ – sets its bronze barrier across every avenue that I open up in the realm of hypothesis.”
Gustave Flaubert | Flaubert in Egypt