Off my lawn, rotten kid. 🤣

Such thoughts are distressing enough when most of one's life is ahead of one. To be honest, they didn't bother me until the end of my 50s (how could I possibly be so old?! I don't feel that old!)

To be honest, though, "Not seeing how will things turn out" used to bother me a lot more when I was younger. Now I have a pretty good idea of the big picture of how things are going to turn out, and it's not a pretty one at all.

I expect a century from now, our population will be a fraction of what it is today, and we aren't going to get there by people using birth control, but by our rendering a large part of the world unlivable by humans and a large part of our farmlands uncultivatable due to the climate catastrophe, so there's going to be an unprecedented amount of "excess mortality" in a fairly short time.

I just hate the idea of being dead, but I hate the idea of seeing it all decay even more.

In more interesting news, hello from Orléans, France, a 2000 year old city of great calmness. We had to beat a negotiated retreat from the Netherlands due to the housing crisis and France was our best opportunity to find an affordable place to live in a country with which we have a real connection (I grew up more or less bilingual in French) and which isn't overrun by Seppos.