The AC in my car isn't working and it's Global Warming hot outside. When I drive now I am gently reminded of the intensity of the planet's anguish, though the full account of it is obviously withheld from my biological form -- by the mercy of God or by some science, or by chance, we are still here. Spared. But I'm sweating more and more and over time, death appears more imminent.
Further more, my debts climb, I don't get enough nudes, and I am growing older and more out of touch.
Chaos Reigns.