i hate how we treat undeveloped land like it’s waiting for someone to give it a purpose. maybe the trees, the wildlife and the open space are the fucking purpose
Climate grief is real. I feel like I am pre-mourning all that we will lose and mourning everything that is lost already. As I make my coffee and then have a hot shower I think to myself: enjoy this while it lasts. Enjoy the little things, you will need these memories later. When the water is gone. When the crops have failed. When the mass deaths reach your door too.
I don’t hate working, but I hate the concept of working 7_8 hours a day and then going home to only about 5 hours to yourself, which includes catching the bus, cooking, and getting ready for the next day. This is not life.