teaboot:

My parent’s generation: “All this talk about pollution and climate change and super-viruses… In my day, we were all worried about nuclear war, and it never happened! These things are always blown out of proportion. Calm down.”

Me now, an adult, soaking wet and stripped down to my underwear, taping tinfoil over my windows to keep the twenty-degree-above-normal heat out of my uninsulated split apartment so my roommate and I don’t die of heat stroke while self-isolating to suppress the spread of the global pandemic that’s kept the whole world in lockdown for the better part of a year and a half, while the sky grows grey and hazy from the distant wildfires that we now expect to come annually and block out the sun in the middle of the day: I miss my friends