I spend too much of my time trying not to blow my own brains out that I can’t imagine anything besides everything getting worse until it’s far too late to do anything. Like how the ancient people of on Easter Island cut down every tree on the island and spent their last days fighting over which tribe got the honor of owning a giant carved boulder, except we are going to cook the planet to death and spend our last days making sure that Burger King stays open until the end.