It Feels Weird Knowing the End Is Near
Does every generation go through this? Am I simply joining the ranks of the forlorn aged, paying my dues with little bits of my soul? Or perhaps this is really it.
Octogenarian pedophiles run the world. There are wars and rumors of wars. The impending collapse of the Gulf Stream. Skynet is a little less of a fiction every day and we’ve proven to be a cancer on this planet. Metastatic. Stage IV. The best we can do is make you comfortable.
Part of me hopes that I’m just being melodramatic. During the Cold War, schoolchildren practiced for the imminent nuclear apocalypse by hiding under their desks. Remember Y2K? A lot of people really thought the world would be plunged into another dark age. Mayan calendars and well-aimed asteroids. We live in the shadow of myriad existential threats.
I want to say this time feels different, but how the hell would I know? Still, I think it is. Call it a hunch. We all experienced the tipping point. The cosmic shift. 2020-ish? Sounds right. That’s when hope died.