![As for the problem of actually getting these essentials [of buried toxic waste] across [to the post-human future], the report proposes a system of redundancy—a fancy way of saying throw everything at the wall and hope that something sticks. Giant, jagged earthwork berms should surround the area. Dozens of granite message walls or kiosks, each 25 feet high, might present graphic images of human faces contorted with horror, terror, or pain (the inspiration here is Edvard Munch’s Scream) as well as text in English, Spanish, Russian, French, Chinese, Arabic, and Navajo explaining what’s buried. This variety of languages, as Charles Piller remarked in a 2006 Los Angeles Times story, turns the monoliths into quasi-Rosetta stones.
How can we communicate the dangers of nuclear waste to future civilizations? - Slate
In the distant future we will be known as a phase of the planet’s history only by expressions of pain, danger and agony. Who knows what else will survive—likely not much.What’s the incentive for trying to live decently, again?](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktforcS6Jt1qz5yk0o1_250.jpg)
As for the problem of actually getting these essentials [of buried toxic waste] across [to the post-human future], the report proposes a system of redundancy—a fancy way of saying throw everything at the wall and hope that something sticks. Giant, jagged earthwork berms should surround the area. Dozens of granite message walls or kiosks, each 25 feet high, might present graphic images of human faces contorted with horror, terror, or pain (the inspiration here is Edvard Munch’s Scream) as well as text in English, Spanish, Russian, French, Chinese, Arabic, and Navajo explaining what’s buried. This variety of languages, as Charles Piller remarked in a 2006 Los Angeles Times story, turns the monoliths into quasi-Rosetta stones.How can we communicate the dangers of nuclear waste to future civilizations? - Slate
In the distant future we will be known as a phase of the planet’s history only by expressions of pain, danger and agony. Who knows what else will survive—likely not much.
What’s the incentive for trying to live decently, again?
