Can't sleep.
The ever-ongoing, rumbling noise of the great machines gnawing at the earth keep me awake. I am pulled to the mine, the way across field and abandoned highway lightened by a spotlight brighter than that found in many soccer stadiums.
Swallowed soil, local history, rushes by on conveyor-belts to power plants on the horizon, where it is digested into electricity for silly people fiercely looking the other way, and into greenhouse gas farted into the sky for all, and those who come after us, to enjoy.
(And knees don't make steady tripods.)

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Some links:

• Pictures of Otzenrath, old and new, on Eisfeldweb.de
• Dorfgemeinschaft Otzenrath - Spenrath e.V.
• Nicolas Hansen: Das Ende ist der Anfang
• BUND German Federation for Environment and Nature Conservation