Epic poetry is my favorite read, here in particular is Fortune in Canto VII, passing out chances, fate and the like. She’s mentioned in Inferno by Alighieri. I paint Fortune holding a wheel,
keeping in pace with modern atrocities such as the Pripyat Wasteland.
Remember the yellow ferris wheel that was never used because every single person in the city of Pripyat city had to run away as fast as they could leaving everything behind, and you would think…but, no, “they” keep making them.
Canto VII The Wheel of Fortune with The Hoarders and the Wasters 2017
Canto VII Inferno by Dante Alighieri
This book reveals a lot of things about humanity. It’s called a comedy; Yeah, maybe their punishment is humorous. The hoarders rolling huge rocks and slamming them into the squanderers, shouting “Why do you waste?”, and they, in turn, shout “Why do you hoard?”
They are unrecognisable nudes covered in dark slime shouting with twisted angry faces. If the punishments suits the sin, could it be wasting time on meaningless activities?
Today there’s a new sets of hoarders and wasters. Where do they plan on keeping all the hoarded nuclear fuel rod waste and what are they going to do about the already wasted land; keep adding to it? I ask my self. There is a plan on how to let people living in the far future know that the stuff that’s burried deep below is not valuable like a treasure to dig up; but, an invisible killer. Our society finds things they’ve dug up every day, so why wouldn’t our distant future dig things up to find out about pre-existing societies like we do? Could it be that “they” don’t care because they won’t be here.