OK, so it’s 2050 now and you are 54 years old, only ten years younger than I was when I wrote this letter. Guessing I’ve been gone for quite a while now. I hope this letter finds you in good spirits and good health and that you are prosperous and well-loved by friends and family, most of which I will likely never know. I hope Mama is still alive and well.
We had a lot in common obviously, and our concern for the planet we live on was one of the many things we bonded over. I expect there have been some quite disturbing developments in the past three decades and that the level of CO2 in the atmosphere has increased significantly from the dangerous levels it had reached even then. I would likely see a much different coastline if I was to have a chance to see the one where you grew up and I spent so much of my life. I expect there have also been many horrific forest fires and I wouldn’t at all be surprised to hear that there have been disastrous heat waves like what KSR described in Ministry for the Future.
My greatest hope is that the work I started so late in my life with climate groups like Drawdown Bay Area made some difference, even if only a little. I really hope you don’t live in a hellscape like the one in the Incubate commercial you worked on as a film editing student. If things are difficult – as I expect they are – keep trying to fight for the planet. I know I don’t have to remind you to keep doing the right thing.
Love, your Dad