opera

Lonesome

Regine, standing next to Lothar: “Come on, can’t you see how everything’s going down the drain? 

Lothar, sitting, on his smartphone: Yeah, in a minute.

Regine: Look around you—the air is polluted. The wells are full of contaminated drinking water. Plastic in the oceans.

Lothar: Yeah, just a sec.

Regine: Forests are disappearing—cleared, burned down. It’s getting warmer and warmer.

Lothar: Just a moment.

Regine: Pesticides in our food. Hunger, misery, wars. Deaths.

Lothar: Hmm.

Regine: We’re supposed to set out, colonize Mars.

Lothar: Yeah.

Regine: All of this—life, 4.5 billion years of sentient life—replaced by a massive electrical current of data.

Lothar: Hmm.

Regine: Come on, the others are waiting. 

Lothar: Just this one thing.

Regine: Let’s go.

Lothar: “Yes.”

Regine: We have to save life, save Earth. 

Lothar: “Which Earth?”

  ©   2026 by  J. G: