Not sure what provoked the thought, but now I am sitting here wishing to see one of those IMAX movies about nature my parents would take me to see at the science center when I was younger.
Like: glaciers, redwoods, volcanos, an endangered species, a look at the lifespan of a prehistoric shark.
Long, sweeping shots up inside of a sequoia, a helicopter’s POV of polar bears bounding across blankets of snow.
That spectacle of the technology involved, the inescapable, rather thin “SAVE THE EARTH” postscript (“Look how beautiful this world is from cool angles for 45 minutes! Oh, also, real quick: Earth is dying.”), and me, adjusting myself every so often in an uncomfortable theater chair, with a heightened awareness of how small we all are.