This is a series of journals recording my days in the Yangtze River Headwaters volunteering project. I will try to update every day but there might be delays in the days I work in the wild without the internet. I’m also trying to write bilingual if time allows. Like it? Follow my Instagram (@anar.chica.yichenguo) for updates!
Without reading any news, I’ve been separated from the rest of the world since I came to the plateau. Today I suddenly had the mood to check a little bit only to find everything’s the same. While COVID-19 situation is still getting worse, a new virus has started their attack as well. 33 rivers in China have broken the water level record. Everywhere else in the world is struggling with the same old problems and the environmentalist Naomi Klein can’t help making her voices heard. People need to get used to this kind of situation. After all, the environmental problems in fact is out of control already.
Comparing to the disturbing news, pure nature attracts me a lot more. When living in the city, the only purposes to care about the weather are to confirm if an umbrella is necessary or to decide what to wear. Here, however, the umbrella is out of consideration. The station is quite small. The longest distance from A to B is just around thirty, forty meters. Plus there isn’t anything urgent enough to run in the rain for. Clothing is even less consideration. Nobody cares about fashion where you cannot take a shower for at least a week. Every morning after waking up, I put on the cotton coat from the station and take it off if it gets hot. No time is wasted on trying to look better (fake). The already very few pieces of cloths I took with me now seem even too many. We still care about the weather here, but with much richer purposes: whether there’ll be sunrise, whether there’ll be sunset, whether there’ll be Milky Way, whether there’ll be rainbows, whether the terns’ eggs will drown again, whether the great crested grebes’ nests will be overturned, whether the newly hatched baby birds will freeze to death, whether there’ll be more dumped eggs after a storm.
A life like this consumes the least resources, owns the least belongings, wastes the least time, cost the least, but is the most relaxed and free, and does the least damage to nature. If all humans go back to this lifestyle, the world will be much better. However reality always gives me shivering: humans could do whatever for economic growth, something that can be unrelated to one’s life, and care so little about the aftermath to such an extent. When we face the global food crisis in 2040 when human survival itself is questionable, what would the world be like?