It is heavy and black, thick. Sticks to whatever it touches, particularly when the object is of a delicate, fragile nature, such as the feathers of birds caught in oil spills. Their wings loaded and glued together by the toxic substance, they appear like shiny dark penguins, a bewildered look betraying their impotence against the unknown element. Fossil energy is made of a death that lurks deep down within, the decomposed skeletons of animals fermenting throughout millions of years in the bowels of the planet. We drill into this secluded gutter until its lid is uncovered and the viscuous matter bursts free: a “black gold” that stinks, burns, and suffocates. After paving this express lane to self-destruction, we now cry upon sighting its end. As if fossil energy had really enabled us to fly.
• Black Leather Jacket