When we informed the CEO about the World Population Day, he looked perplexed. “World Population Day. What does that even mean?” Saying that he flapped his arms like a wild goose and flew out of the window.
Unlike most Hallmark stained days such as Valentine’s day, mother’s day or boss’s day, World Population Day is as ominous as it sounds. It is not a celebration. It is the ever osculating chime of the old clock. A day to mark our joining numbers and the inevitable demise. The world bulging on its seams. This event was established by the Governing Council of the United Nations Development Programme in 1989 to raise awareness of the global population issues.
The pale blue dot hangs in dis-balance. Homed by humanity and guided by its never-ending quest. The story of earth was so easily supplanted with the story of humankind. When Man became the master of the world, s/he refused to heed to the signs of nature. Maybe in his/her grandeur, s/he attempted to play god. To create in his/her own image. To surround oneself with a million shards of mirrors that reflects one’s own. Maybe man was scared of the empty space and he stuffed and stuffed and stuffed with echoes of one’s own.
Visualization: Now the world floats in the darkness of the distant stars. On a funereal journey across the vast unknown. Held in a death grasp by 7.3 billion people and carried by the evil stork. The pale blue dot hangs in our mercy and we are in a bunch tied in a knot.
Artist: Moon Arun | Brought to life by: Brainpan Studio