Contemplating the collapse of human civilisation can feel like a very lonely business. Knowledge of what may come seeps into everyday life, making it feel darker and colder.
And yet some people would say it doesn’t have to be this way. A friend who lives with an autoimmune disease lives her life like she has no time to spare. She squeezes every last drop of joy out of life. It is a good lesson, when things on the horizon look a very pale shade of grey.
I think Sarah Wilson and some of the other Collapse writers would say that it is a time to ‘meet the moment with love, resilience and hunger for meaning.’
And yet, I can’t help feel lonely. I share my soul with people who have nothing to say with me, who are feathering their nests elsewhere, and the shadow of those connections hurts me too.
I need to find people to share these ideas with. People who ‘get it’ and bond with them. If that is possible for a mouse like me.