Proximity Crush

I watch Uncut Gems to relax. Let the Irishman wash over me. This is my comfort zone. This is my happy place. I don’t know what tomorrow brings. I don’t know how I’ll survive. I don’t know who will still return my calls and who has deleted my number from their phone. The earth is edging ever closer to uninhabitability and I have the luxury of being one of the last millions of people to truly realize it, I’m sure. The fascist creep is the same. My comfort will remain. Is it helping anything to make a concerted effort to be concerned as I watch everything fall apart or am I wasting the last few “good” years?