Swaths of empty shelves in the grocery store.

Gas stations closed for lack of fuel to sell.

Highways… gone? Vanished into a river and then eventually into the sea.

It is a privilege to feel fear in these moments. I rationalize the fear away, and as a result I fall into a heap of tears on the kitchen floor while putting away the groceries that I was able to obtain.

Living in a perpetual state of emergency.

Disease, fires, and now floods.

Future plans become undone. What is certain is the present, the things that are right in front of me. A nicely paying job. Russell. A warm, safe bed. The forest. The ocean.