THE LAST ICE ON EARTH
Meow Wolf's House of Eternal Return, Santa Fe
In 2051, a team of scientists and adventurers arrived on our planet, climate refugees who escaped their dying worlds, using their second chance to defeat a galactic predator whose influence was spreading across universes.
The ISQ team unwittingly brought with them some mysterious cosmic hitchhikers – the Mimizuku Samurai Space Owls. It would be years before we found out what they were here to do.
TO SOME, NATURE WAS A VACUUM
The climate threat we faced was no surprise: Our leaders had explicit knowledge of the carbon dioxide effect half a century before the evidence became overwhelming.
Now all of us know that our pristine polar ice-scapes are the foundation of our climate stability, and how the oceans absorb three-quarters of the world's carbon and create more than two-thirds of the oxygen we breath.
Yet somewhere and everywhere, everyone was dredging, clearing, and paving something — in assault-rifle rhythm. The deleting of the world's flora and fauna kept accelerating in the name of exponential growth, convenience, lucre, progress, trade, plenty, luxury, prestige, style, and moxie. Everyone happily toiling in unison toward our mutual end.
Human beings are wildly adaptable and inventive, especially under threat. But the flammables industries were quite the opposite – doubling down on a losing hand, again and again - intent on burning the earth alive.
Even as sea creatures great and small were increasingly strangled by floating gyres of plastic garbage and micro-particles, fishing fleets were still scouring the oceans for the last fish they could kill and sell — and the Monopolists were silencing the final warning sirens.
It was as if someone had banned the word "volcano" in Pompeii, or the word "iceberg" as the Titanic steamed toward its doom. And we were well on our way to living in the past tense.
Everything we’d told ourselves was real – wealth, power, security, and et cetera – turned out to be imaginary, the figment of someone's fourth quarter projection.
But all the things we had thought were imaginary turned out to be real. All the deep, beautiful Intangibles that had been invisible to us were gradually revealed.
Well, my little calves and fingerlings, that changed everything.
THE ICE STATION story
is an ever-expanding platform
for audiences of all ages to engage with
the reality of climate change
through the fantastic.
The Ice Station is currently on display as part of the Meow Wolf collective's grand installation, the work of a raucous team of artists, music and film-makers, artisanal welders, laser-cutters, and tech-creatives. The 35,000 square-foot rehab of an abandoned bowling alley, helped in part by George RR Martin, "Game of Thrones" author, is loosely connected along a central narrative, and visitors can "play" the space like a game. Even more ambitious projects are now in the works for more cities.
AND, OF COURSE: