Sorry to be dense, but I can't quite follow this... I'm skipping back and forth between writing notes and web surfing and cleaning my house and office-- remarkably inefficient, but there you have it! Please bear with me...
I don't think of population as declining, though the rate of increase is declining in the US. Some countries have declining birth rates, but like the virus, overpopulation is a global problem. I worry about the consumption side as much as the excretion/pollution issue; in Catalyzt's brain, these are all part of a single construct.
You guys would have loved one of my favorite blogs from the 2010s, it was called The Oil Drum. I spent a lot of time there, some of it arguing pointlessly with a nuclear engineer from Sweden... God, that guy made my blood boil (and probably vice versa. We were quite civil, but quite heard.) But I also met a brilliant organic chemist there who lived in a van in the parking lot of The Museum of Jurassic Technology in Culver City-- he gave me and one of my colleagues a tour of the place after hours. He convinced me it was safe to surf after Fukushima, and taught me a lot about how to read psychopharm research. ("No," he would sigh, "That's not a benzene ring. It's a ridiculous compound to use for depression, looks more like an antihistamine, but nothing like benzene.")
I have to give "The Pill" a listen, I do remember it vaguely! My favorite '70s feminist country song has gotta be "Harper Valley PTA."
My eBike will never replace my car, but as much as I love my cars-- and I still enjoy driving-- I do a lot less of it since the pando started, like 90% less. I have started using the bike for some errands-- cash machine and mail drop, so that drops my carbon footprint a bit-- but I can't lock my bike anywhere, just isn't safe here.
I do feel like eBiking is more fun than driving, probably partly because it's still more dangerous. It's opened up a whole new world. Last night I was rescuing lost hikers in Griffith Park and passing BMWs in Vermont Canyon... who would have guessed my early 60s would be filled with so many surprises? My parents did tell me this happened, but for some reason, I never believed them.