Yup. Spring (onion) seems to be here.
Warm days.
Students, bastions of the challenge of modernity, post-modernity, neo-post-modernity, ultra-neo-post-modernity and the like, heralds of the revolution of the new and inevitable changes brought about by the incessant juggernaut of the 'awakening' of our piddling little species that we must take care of our planet (before it takes care of us!) go about doing that one thing that sets us apart from Bonobos, Chimpanzees and Gorillas:
They cram into a little space of greenery (Abrecromby Square), where they proceed to frolic and be free to all the student-y things (drink, smoke, drink, smoke, place BBQ's onto the grass, burning it irreparably, smoke some alternative forms of cigarettes, drink) and generally have a good time...
...and leave a trail of garbage and destruction behind them that sometimes makes one wonder 'The generation that's supposed to make a change, right?'
Mom and Dad's generation, or if we're going to be both accurate AND cynical about it, Great,Great,Great Grandpa's generation ('cause Great, Great, Great Grandma was still in the shackle's of 'pre-ultra-neo-post-modernism', and was unaware of the great social revolutions, left to 'man' the household) were supposed to be the ones responsible for the degeneration of 'Gaia' to a state of utter uselessness, what with the glaciers melting, the penguins getting sunburn, and Nicholas Cage turned into an 'Action Hero'.
WE were supposed to be the advanced guard, the 'Marine Recon', the tip of the spear into this new foray of 'globalised self-awareness', with our younger sibling being the main, mauling force of change!
Right...
Sure...
Every 'spring' (onion) since I've been in this place it's the same irrefutable thing:
Students, 'en masse', crowd the little square like Elephant Seals in a small beach, eager and quivering to commence mating season, whilst sunbathing with all the lackadaisical chutzpah of a seasoned veteran of the beaches of the Mediterranean, while producing enough waste to fill every single bin on the little square and then leave a thick film of crud all over the grass. Last summer the garbage filled two skips...PER DAY!
But tell them to clean up for themselves, and you get the fury of the Elephant Seal, (and in the case of some of the jovial sunbathers, the blubber as well), claiming it is it's UNIVERSAL RIGHT to be a pompous, self-righteous, littering arse!
Sigh...
Somewhere in the American West, a native American sheds a lonely, solitary tear for the damage done to his 'earth mother'.
He should instead be getting the moose antlers from the tent and spanking some sense on Elephant Seal derriere.
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