I don’t remember many dreams, but one from decades ago has stuck with me.
The world is ending in three days, and everyone knows it. We wander the streets, lost. Chests of gold and silver and gems, looking for all the world like a scene from Pirates of the Caribbean, lay scattered about. No one cares. We look at each other and shrug. The world is ending. We don’t have anything to do.
We’re in a climate crisis.
We look at each other and shrug. Do we have anything to do?