like holy shit the bourgeoisie are trying to kill us all actively en masse within our lifetimes and all movement against it feels like it has died come the 20s. Every time it gets brought up it feels like people are either revelling in it, are denying it, are too tired to care, say “someone’s going to fix it so there’s no point in worrying," or get angry asking “well what do you want me to do about it I can’t fix it” or something. It feels like we’re in a moment where we have just abandoned science all together in the decaying west, so the plan is almost like to keep attacking the biosphere out of spite for everyone around us.
It feels Lovecraftian, I can’t think about it because every time I do it paralyzes me in awe of the urgency and scope of what has to be done. Do I just stop thinking about it? I guess the answer is to keep organizing but I’m scared that we don’t have enough time at this rate to address it before it gets catastrophic and has irreversible effects
reality
It is lovecraftian. Anyone who says otherwise don’t know enough. We are fucked. I interact with a bunch of climate/environment people and they’re all what this site would describe as “doomers”. That kind of annoys me, because a doomer isn’t just someone who knows what goes on and accepts reality.
Even the IPCC would be called doomers, and those guys are notorious for pulling their punches in order to make it palatable for politicians.
Most people my age do not want to talk climate. Neither do the people I interact with. Never in any depth. You only find this if you get them talking long enough. It feels like the prologue to children of men.
The feedback loops have begun long ago. The Siberian permafrost is thawing. We are seeing massive algae death. The Amazon is no longer a carbon sink. The albedo effect on the poles is nearly gone. The old world is dying, a new one is struggling to be aborted. Now is the time of monsters.
Apart from just not thinking about it, I find solace in the following places
I had to think about it for a bit to find the second one.
When I had more energy I also found solace in involving myself in local volunteer work.
CW: Suicide
In my darkest moments I fantasize about doing a combined Bushnell/Mangione against the highest ranking capitalist I can
Mainly I just try not to think about it.
Me Grumbling about cope.
Also I chastise everyone who says shit like “don’t worry humanity made it thru the plague. Well persevere!” Dumbest argument I’ve ever heard. I don’t care about humanity persevering (and that is not at all a guarantee). I care about billions not dying and life not turning into living hell.
Personally I am going to China to do a masters starting next year. Equal parts interest and future planning for becoming a climate refugee.
Also antidepressants take the edge off