In 1947, The University of Chicago set up a clock –a clock with no mechanical structure, a clock with a dial that only shows the last fifteen minutes of an hour –and when the indicator goes to twelve, the nuclear war starts and the world ends.

After the cold war, people adjust the clock based on the factors, such as the global situation, the climate changes, and etc.; it just like a sword on you neck, telling all human beings that there are a group of people playing with the indicator and reminding you when the doom of the world is.

The nearest adjustment was on January 23rd.,2020, with a hundred seconds counting to the end, which is the most urgent level since the clock was set.

Doomsday Clock

What the hell is that thing?

This was my first response to this doomsday clock. It seems like a thing existing in science fiction and has no connection with my daily life. And I start to wonder if this is a joke, if the world would end when this clock goes to twelve.

As to be the Schrodinger’s clock, on April 22nd., an ordinary and tiresome Wednesday, people, who just knocked off, bought snacks on the stress, bringing the fatigue back home, and there were hundreds of people experienced an unprecedented long holiday, hoping to step off their home.

They had no energy to find today is a day you make yourself uneasy. World Earth Day, it connects all creatures on the earth, Yak from Yarlung Zangbo with golden monkey from Mount Omei, baobab tree from the desert with coral reef from the ocean, you in front of the screen with beluga from the Arctic.

I would not act like beluga, sleeping in crowds with an eye open, swimming with the current along with the seasonal changes, having the courage to fight against the waves and other creatures in the deep ocean, nor using the porn on the back to breath and singing. But at least, we share one thing; we live on a planet with a doomsday clock called earth, maybe they won’t call it like this.

Either doomsday clock, or World Earth Day, or beluga living in specific area facing the extinction, I don’t know what I can do, maybe just use one less piece of paper, or a plastic bag, or pick up the trash on Berlin Strait, but what I know is they are connected with us, no matter they are willing or not.

I wish I would never see the clock goes to twelve, and I hope there will be belugas with their fascinating smiling and their huge forehead singing on the peaceful Arctic ocean.