It is too early. It is too early because I am at my parents’ house in Idaho and that makes three people (Mom, Dad, Me) and three dogs (Phil, Chaco, Trout), and whenever one person or dog moves, the puppy (Trout) must investigate. And so I am tired because it is early and because I still stay up late doomscrolling on Reddit rather than doing what I should be doing, which is reading for my critical dissertation, or, you know, sleeping. Writing a short story or re-re-revising the novel would be a step in the right direction, but then it is midnight and TunaPanda666 wants to know how you and the rest of the red-eyed doomers of r/Collapse are going to weather the apocalypse. Someone is buying property in Michigan. Someone shows a picture of their cellar stocked with every sauce, jam, and pickle imaginable, all organized in a rainbow gradient beginning with tomato and ending with eggs. This is how I end up in R/Canning. This, I imagine, is how one ends up in a cult.
Yes, you should enter politics. Or maybe lobbying. Also, carrots do taste good. If the apocalypse comes they will be the closest thing to candy we'll have. We've got to learn to savor the sweetness.
Yes, you should enter politics. Or maybe lobbying. Also, carrots do taste good. If the apocalypse comes they will be the closest thing to candy we'll have. We've got to learn to savor the sweetness.