I feel wretched. A sudden illness that has passed and left lingering stuff. Fun times.

It was an overnight thing and now I go through the long tail of it, but I’ll rebound. Don’t have much choice, really. Kind of have to; there’s a lot of stuff that needs doing and I’m just the doer to do it and al that stuff.

We’ve some unseasonably warm weather, and I feel that, once more, I’ll be shouting into a void left by ears leaving. I remember a while ago someone commented on one of my ramblings suggesting that climate change as it is happening is bullshit, and I imagine that there are still people around who still believe that to be the case. Oh, how short memories are and inattentive people want to be.

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: It is difficult to hold onto hope. I try to, but seeing the active lack of action from people doesn’t leave much room for belief that we’re going to be okay. It doesn’t leave much room to keep wanting to promote doing things that are beneficial overall, but I keep on going. You have to keep on trying, even if things seem inevitable, because maybe, just maybe things will change.

If a lot of people start dying off, things will definitely change then, but it shouldn’t take that. It shouldn’t take people being personally affected to get action happening, but then again the whole cost of living crisis wasn’t a concern until the middle class started feeling it more than usual, so I’m not overly surprised.

I don’t want to write like this. I don’t want to be spreading some sort of anger and misery, especially at this hour of the day, but things just aren’t good. Things are really bad, and sure, I don’t feel great right now, but we’re actively fucking up the planet and refusing to change and live less lavishly to try and ease it a bit. We’re not doing enough to hold governing bodies and large corporations accountable, and we’re not doing enough to try and improve things.

Everyone can make a difference, and it needs to happen before the tide reaches for your shore. It needs to happen now, and there needs to be a lot of work done, and those who can’t don’t seem to want to, so who gives a shit?

I’ll be away from Sydney this weekend and I’ll be among bushland, and it’ll be a nice thing to be among, but I wonder as to how many more years that’ll be possible before it becomes difficult to do. I wonder as to how many more years before we start talking about some wondrous things as memories rather than something that everyone can appreciate.

Right now it’s not too late, but it’s close. I hope things change for the better but I don’t think they will, and when it’s too late we’ll be saying we didn’t have enough time.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:36:88

I wrote this two days ago and held off on publishing as had to work. Then got better, but had stuff to get out of the way, then got among the bushland and ended up getting sick again (so it probably didn’t go away), and now I’m home.

I think what I wrote needs to be more pointed, if I’m to be honest.

Written at work.