Just yesterday a friend of mine pointed out the news article stating that there will be no more fish by 2050. Oh, sorry, that’s 2048. You or I could still be alive then. What will we say to our grandchildren’s children who ask us what huge Sri Lankan crabs cooked in curry tasted like, back at the Apollo restaurant in Singapore’s Little India? Or shrimp?
Forget seafood for a while.
What about the stingray, the manta, the pike, the eel and the shark? Will only plankton remain?
title credits to Larry Niven‘s short story "Bordered in Black" 1966