Pollution is everywhere, in that ancient Greek sense of miasma: guilt experienced as abject body fluid, moral pollution defining what kinds of beings count in social space.
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I grew up in a haunting postindustrial landscape where prehistoric ferns grew among tens of railway tracks surmounted by brilliant arc lights where birds nested and sang in the dead of night, because for them, it was day.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the juxtaposition of natural beauty and industrial decay.
Timothy Morton's quote paints a vivid picture of a landscape shaped by industrialization, yet simultaneously teeming with life and nature. It suggests that amid the remnants of man's impact on the earth—evident in the railway tracks and artificial lights—nature continues to thrive and adapt, symbolizing resilience and beauty even in a 'haunting' environment.
Themes
NatureIndustrialBeautyResilienceLife
In practice
Example use cases
In a speech about the importance of environmental conservation, this quote can illustrate how nature endures and adapts despite human intervention.
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