A man holds an orange leaf aloft and says to himself “the leaves… it’s time.”
He wraps himself in a thick blanket.
A spider carries a steaming hot drink to him, before joining him in relaxation.
A man holds an orange leaf aloft and says to himself “the leaves… it’s time.”
He wraps himself in a thick blanket.
A spider carries a steaming hot drink to him, before joining him in relaxation.
I’m literally driving around on bikes and scooters in a shirt. In October, after yet another summer of hell. Yet I still have family members proclaiming that “climate change isn’t that big of a deal”. I want to scream.
That’s coping IMO. It makes sense since the deed is done and we can’t do anything about it. It makes sense to stop before the next tipping point is in the rearview mirror, too.