i gathered all of my worries and felt them gnawing at me. i did something to jog my mind, and i thought of how there is no self, not in a nihilistic way, but in the way we are a web of factors presenting as a self.

then i thought of the destruction, cowardice, hatred, and so on, and pictured the current moment as an arc, maybe we are at the crest or still getting worse, but even bad things suffer from entropy and decay.

none of this is an antidote, it is just a perspective to make do and get through.

a far-off hope:maybe someday, centuries or millenia from now, bacteria, fungi, plants, something, will learn to destroy our plastic.