Wandering in a loop from bed to counter, nose pressed to the glass at the frigid rain outside, taking the same motions, same thoughts, day after day. Thinking about the small corner of the world we occupy. Thinking about our place in it. Is it too late to save the planet? What’s our worth, when all we do is consume? How can we reconcile the harm we do and the life we lead? Our brains swell with anxiety while outside, the sun shines eternal on the savagely wealthy.
Paddy Dobson
20th January 2021