Apocalypse — Expectations vs Reality.

A few weeks ago, we had a power cut early in the morning. I was just waking up, still in bed. I realised the security floodlight was off outside. Since we moved in, it has been on all night every night. The first night I hated it — what feels like one million lumens lighting up the path and the woods behind our house, and of course, because of its placement on the gable wall, also our bedroom. Every single night, from sundown to just past sunrise. But I got used to it quickly and felt somehow safer because of it. Now, it was oddly dark.

Full disclosure: climate anxiety is real.

What started out with mild disapproval and boycotts of big oil giants or supermarkets for not bearing more responsibility — while I continued driving my hydrocarbon powered car and bought cheap food — is now full blown fear that our entire civilisation is at risk from plague, or pestilence, or bee populations collapsing. My survival garden is more like an anxiety garden — less an attempt to live off the land, and more just a desperate plea with nature to acknowledge my efforts.

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