That’s where I am, yeah. About a semester away from getting my MS, and I genuinely have no hope for the future of the world. Based on everything I’ve learned and seen, we’re hellbent on causing the extinction of ourselves and as much of the rest of life on this planet as we can. We simply won’t change anything until the food stops growing and there are no fish left in the sea. I don’t know if there are even twenty years left to go on this train crash.

But I can get paid to do work in a canoe sometimes, so that’s something. The best way I’ve heard it summed up is this: “My five-year plan is to spend time with my friends and tell them I love them.”