How to live a life not overwhelmed with despair when everything is literally on fire:
I have no idea. It's cute that you bought my authoritative tone for a second though. Maybe that's really all it comes down to, though. Faking it until you make it, or rather, what I think of as faking life is life as it really is by virtue of me living it. Yes, it's plague upon plague out here, societal ill after societal ill and we're not doing so great making sure the earth will even still be here to host the shitshow much longer. Yes, that's all true. AND it's also true that I can care about these things while I write something seemingly unimportant that makes me smile, even if nobody sees it. That feels real. And I can revel in seeing my kid doing something that makes him happy. And I can steal a weekend with old friends and if that seems like a balm, like an escapist defense against the ugly that's all around, it's because it is. Yes I can identify my tiny joys AND it's a victory, an act of defiance to claim them. Yes, the ocean is warming at a panic-inducing rate, AND I can spend time camped out and appreciating it for a dedicated spell, which is what I will do in the very near future. God willing and the creek don't rise, as my grandmother says. No, I apparently can't produce a coherent blog entry with a reliable through-line anymore but sometimes pushing the button on a half-baked product is better than nothing.
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