The Comsat Angels
Waiting for a Miracle

THE REVIEW

Every now and then I close my eyes and dream of the 80s.
Through that drug-induced happiness, I have observed the social decay that now envelops us and strangles us like a noose.
We stand and pray helplessly in front of the immensity of nature: if a butterfly's wingbeat can create a hurricane on the other side of the world, rampant deforestation and the new economic cannibalism create an apocalypse on earth; hell in Eden.

Someone would say that committing suicide before melting is right, that no one would miss us in the absence of humanity, that the lack of a divinity, aside from vile money, saves only those who have not acted ethically towards their fellow humans.
So, those who go to the Papeete and snack with the Puti and the Bolsi are right.

We are waiting for a miracle.
we are waiting.

This is what we are doing.
We are waiting for a new technology to regulate global temperatures, for a powerful and violent enough de-acidifier to make our oceans more basic, we look to other worlds as our new home. Wrongly.

In the 80s, there were disposable cameras, once developed, you threw them away; we just need to understand who is the camera, us or our world.