In this short span of history, we extracted hundreds of millions of years of stored sun and converted it into the utilities of modern life. In fact, the Industrial Age can be viewed as a convenient metaphor for the process of transforming, exchanging, and discarding nonrenewable energy. Our entire economic structure is built from and propelled by fossil fuels. We have invaded the long-silent burial grounds of Carboniferous Age, appropriating the dead remains of yesteryear for the use of the living today.^1^ As I look at the watch, heater, fountain pen, coffee maker, Halogen lamp, CD player ... hear the cry of reptiles, ferns, amphibians, etc. Ticktacking is the heartbeat of 'em; shining surface is the (sad) eyes of 'em; humming sound of small motor of CD player is that of breathing. Like a tiger who no longer can stand the sight of blood,^2^ I'm watching them, dully. jhan ^1^ Jeremy Rifkin, _Algeny_ Penguin Book, 1984 ^2^ "Ein Tiger, der kein Blut mehr sehen kann." -- Elias Canetti 혹시라도 어쩌다가 아픔같은 것이 저며올 때는 그럴 땐 바다를 생각해 바다 ... -- 김민기의 <봉우리> 중에서 jhan@ucsd.edu