an experiment around climate mourning

Letting go of this climate prevention ride isn’t easy. I have been sleeping a lot lately, In an attempt to have at least some kind of recovery, mentally, too much, like my head is full of dimethyltryptamine the whole time, like just waking up and your head still feels heavy …the whole time. and what do I get when I do sleep? nightmares of a drowning world. I have been dealing with this climate crap for a decade now, and even I can’t deal with it, to give you an idea. Especially the distance with other people now, almost unable to have a decent talk with anyone any more, the cultural, mental, whateverish difference has become that great … It’s not that I didn’t tried, I had a few talks with some old contacts recently, and they still hammer me with this “old” cultural thoughts, with hits under the belt even, in an attempt for what? They can do whatever they want, all everyone gets from me is my genuine sympathy and compassion, when they act l...

 I just finished this article, my conclusion after a 10 year ride around the climate. It turned out somewhat more refined, not the more rough stuff you find here, raw expressions of my disappointments that I needed expressing to come to this more refined story. It turned out a story around a submarine ride really, for good reason. You can find it on medium here