We no longer live in Estonia. It’s not even the Free Republic of Estonia anymore, but some misguided version of suicide. The wind swirls, but it does not move. Forests have been silenced under the roar of machines. The sun arrives in packaging, and every day we’re given a weather report about it.
Here’s today’s.
Please breathe only if necessary.
WEATHER REPORT
Temperature is flat everywhere – about as warm as a chunk of phosphorite lodged in your liver. Around noon, a plastic sun will rise into the sky, supported by the latest model: HelioTron-9™, equipped with nano-mirrors that direct light only to those who pay. At night, there’s nothing to see, nothing to hear. That’s a relief.
The southern wind keeps spinning in its own emptiness, tired like a newborn Tallinn ring road. Hundreds of turbines momentarily stop their personal rotations and stretch their rusted arms toward the heavens, searching for a trace of God in science. It won’t come. Others just smoke.
Over the former forests, silence still falls.
The silence is thick, solid, and stinging like a CO₂ snow cloud. Habitat photos are flown back and forth over Lasnamäe like fluttering banners under a helicopter – a green PR show for those who still believe. Who still needs illusion? Only those who haven’t yet paid the existence tax – that small but final fee nature demands for being replaced.
THE EARTH has been talked empty.
Where once roots, time, and springs swirled, there are now only the mute mouths of mines. They no longer beg for mercy. Sometimes at night, when it’s quieter, you can hear the pipes crying. These are the drainpipes that carry phosphorus and sand to Europe – and in return, bring back silence. This is the new chemistry of destruction: we take, we don’t return, we only reflect.
THE SUN is covered.
A new boraluminum curtain (version 7.6) is drawn up around 10 a.m. and stays there until the energy market allows it. The curtain is well insulated – it keeps out radiation, hope, and birdsong. Only facts float in the air – they are heavy and fall quickly.
THE PEOPLE
Vaccinated pineal glands blink in suburban light zones like forgotten lighthouse beacons. Some still see clouds. Others try to download them. Starting next year, children will be taught existence biology – instead of organisms, they’ll study plastic, packaging codes, and euro-directives.
We are no longer governed. We are maintained – like printers, like turnstiles. Humanity is now an optimization error.
This land, this ground, this air, this time – has been leased out.
We now live in a war against nature, led on the frontlines by biorobots hired for pennies, whom we once called politicians. They work well. They do not think.
Tomorrow will be the same.
Only quieter.
Only poorer.
-Hannes Võrno, Facebook
