Yesterday, I was filming footage (with drones! yeah!) for my new song, Lullaby. We did this in what used to be (and almost still is!) a quiet and idyllic part of Waterland just outside of Amsterdam Noord. On the bridge was attached a large banner protesting the plans to build mega wind turbines in Waterland. In perspective, this is completely understandable. It is already a terrible shame that a large swath of that land is ruined by gigantic electricity lines. Every single inch of that is agricultural (and somewhat "nature") is used for some aim. At this point plans will include an even more efficient use of the space by using the air/wind as well for energy production.
Things are not what they were. Which brings me to the following: I was rehearsing my choir in a house garden in a little village called Beers. Completely rural, this should be an oasis of peace and calm. It was everything but. A cacaphony of motorized vehicles and aircraft disturbed the entire 2 1/2 hours of rehearsal. If it wasn't motorcycles overblowing their engines, or trucks screaming by, it was fighter jets, hot air ballons, and even motorized hanggliders/parachutes. I was so ridiculous that it became comical.
In 2021, the Netherlands now counts 17,500,000 people (approx), meaning that the preceding years have seen a population increase of 13%. What is the real crisis? The prolongation of life that we seek to harbor with the corona-restrictions have nothing to do with quality of life, and everything to do with quantity of life. For some reason, we are bent on quantity, and have been so busy attaining this goal that we lost sight on the fact that quality of life on earth (for species other than humans as well!) has suffered immensely. I see the elephant migration in China as an animal protest. It's a protest march. They won't take it anymore.
Waterland is not waterland anymore. Beers is not a rural village anymore. Things are changing too fast to accommodate our need for quantity.