I just paid $14 for a bag of dirt. It’s not the end of the world but it’s also not ideal for a full-time artist living off the support of patrons and, well, Medium claps.
The world we live in is built out of story. When we moved on from the trees and the mountains and the fields and into homes and cities, we built them out of story. Tales of who we are, how we live and love and breed. We left nature behind and wove a new narrative.
The world is on fire. We know this. Humanity might not make it. Tipping points have been activated and social collapse isn’t far behind. The planet is in a very, very bad way, and it’s all our fault. We did this. Humans did this.