CONFESSIONS OF A FUEL-ADDICT
Here I am again, up in the air. I fly this route between Copenhagen and Bergen approximately once a week. Every evening there is two flights between these two cities. One Norwegian and one SAS. Both are regularly sold out. That means that around 180 persons are travelling with each flight. That means that every night around 360 persons are travelling directly between Copenhagen and Bergen. Each way. Every night around 720 persons flying directly between these two cities. Bergen is not a capital – it’s a large provincial town in Norway. Thinking about it – thats a rather massive amount of travelling between these two cities.
I always feel guilty on these flights. I have organized my daily life in such a manner that I am forced to travel this route in an endless back and forth. I work in Bergen as a teacher in an art-academy. I live in Copenhagen with my wife and children. I have to be in both places on a regular basis. If I stay at home I can’t pay my part of the mortgage and our living expenses. If I stay in Bergen I wont see my children very often and I wont be part of their life and upbringing. That’s the argument. That’s the machine that’s driving me.
Its not that I hate this routine. I actually like it. It gives me personal satisfaction and an interesting job-challenge. In general, I am happy man.
But each time I enter the airplane I feel the slight guilt creeps in. Of course this routine is not sustainable. I burn fuel. Fuel is evaporating in large doses as we move through the Scandinavian skies. CO2 is produced in large quanta. Its not sustainable. I am a part of the problem – not a part of the solution. I know it and somewhere inside me there is a dissatisfaction creeping around.
Quoting Leonardo DaCipriccio from speech to the UN last Monday:
“To be clear, this is not about just telling people to change their light bulbs or to buy a hybrid car. This disaster has grown BEYOND the choices that individuals make. This is now about our industries, and governments around the world taking decisive, large-scale action.”
That’s my only defence – if I somehow manage to stop this ridiculous routine, it won’t make much difference. There’s around 719 other persons travelling this route tonight , and there’s probably another Danish, Swedish, German or English artist ready to take my job on the same conditions if I quit. So the flying will continue, the fuel will be burnt, no matter what I do.
This doesn’t mean that I can lean back and relax. The problem is still here, but maybe I need to transfer my guilt into activism. Maybe its time compensate and spend some time trying to convince whoever is in power that this can’t go on. This has to stop. Not only I have to stop flying around like crazy. Everybody has to stop this manic flying around.
BUT THE MACHINE IS ON
THE MACHINE IS WORKING
THE MACHINE FORCES US TO CONTINUE
WE CAN’T LEAVE THE MACHINE
THE MACHINE IS SURROUNDING US
THE MACHINE IS INSIDE US
WE ARE THE MACHINE
THE MACHINE IS CAPITALISM
CAPITALISM IS A MACHINE
WE WORK THE MACHINE
WE ARE THE MACHINE
WE NEED THE MACHINE
WE WANT THE MACHINE
THE MACHINE IS OUR DESIRE
THE MACHINE IS OUR DAILY LIFE
IF WE WANT THE MACHINE TO STOP, WE MUST DESTROY THE MACHINE
IF WE WANT THE MACHINE TO STOP, WE MUST DESTROY CAPITALISM
THE ONLY WAY OUT