Power Cut

Earlier this month there was a power cut. It lasted for about two hours. During this time I became acquainted with the sheer fragility of a society that depends upon energy, a sensation that is fading even now. As the power cut drifted onwards, after we had dug out candles and matches, it occurred to me that this was it, the very moment at which fossil fuels finally run out. How would we ever know this for sure? Newspapers need power to print newspapers. TV needs power to broadcast. Our society is completely dependant on electricity. If it suddenly disappeared we would enter a dark age. The violent, the scum, the Sun readers, until now pacified with the conveniences of modern day life such as TV, fake designer clothes and hot and cold running porn, would revert to their primeval state of being rapists and murders. The clever, the sensitive, the good and kind whom an electrified society favours would fall. The average citizen of this dark age would divide their time between rutting and avoiding being rutted.