I’ve been experiencing lots of synchronicity. So perhaps I shouldn’t have been too surprised when, shortly after a conversation on the end of oil, the cities, mass deaths from the coming bird flu etc. with a friend of a rather more apocalyptic bent than me, the power in Cape Town gets cut (it turns out due to a Koeberg failure). It seems this is no longer just a Joburg phenomonen. I twiddle my thumbs, waiting for its imminent restoration. After 3 hours the workers installing the alarm give up and go home. Night falls. We eat fruit for supper. I prepare to take a Dark City shot from the bedroom window, only to find that power has been restored to the entire city except for a tiny little sliver in Oranjezicht, where I live. I read by candleight. At 9pm the power is still not restored, and I go to bed.
After the recent ADSL outage, I’m getting lots of practice for when it all falls apart