I fucking hate this. Its all for literally nothing. For fucking money. Money. Imaginary pieces of paper. Even worse, imaginary numbers on a fucking screen. Data. It's all for fucking nothing. We won't avoid the 1.5 C mark, and it might come in 5 years. 2 C would mean basically the end of any semblance of normal, at all, and the collapse of the global south. Forget even 3 degrees, I'd probably already be dead. They won. They fucking won. No revolution in the Imperial Core is possible. Everyone is a chud, or a lib, or a left anticommunist. We can't fucking win. It's over. The world is over.
Yeah, I relate to all of this so I appreciate you posting this. Sometimes it feels like the more I'm out touching grass, the more I'm thinking about all this.
Everything that makes me happy has this expiration date hanging overhead and it keeps making me think about how long it'll last, what things will be like ten years from now, if I'll even remember or look back fondly on any of this.
I don't even have a conclusion to my thoughts or this post, just that you're not the only one.