I have no hope, that the system will change in time for us or those who come after us; humans and other walks of life. But I still do things and make choices, that mitigate my impact on the planet. Not because I think I can steer us away from this path, but because it is the right thing to do. I am morally obligated to do it even if the result does not change and I take a weak solace in that fact. And of course it always matters whether we hit 3, 4, 5 or 8 degrees above pre-industrial mean to other evolutions of life.

Suicide by Émile Durkheim though I have read only the first actual chapter. Other one is Dark Domain by Stefan Grabiński, which I plan to finish today or tomorrow.

After the game came out, I also read invincible, and solaris as well after watching the movie. Now I have developed a soft spot for soviet era sci fi.

Not quite reading it every year, but every five years or so. It is such a comforting read and one of my favorites as well.

350 cats is a lot of cats, but hey, we all have our thing.

I dream very often of being someone else. No limits on sex, sexuality or age. Not too long ago I dreamt I was a young, bisexual man with bear-like proportions, though the sexual relations were an afterthought in a highly weird story about survival.

I am a middle aged woman, but shit it felt good in the morning to feel that strong.

PS2, you never forget your first love.

This was my first thought as well. Societies have collapsed in the past, only difference now is that it is global in its nature. I can’t live thinking it is going to get better in the future when it cannot.

I have made my peace though, and enjoy the time still left of relative stability.

This is a serene picture, I can almost feel and hear the wind.

I tend to go one size down for the ribbing. I have one sweater with twisted ribbing, but it loosened up faster than normal one. I vote for number two.

A kindred spirit, I too change all linen, towels, teatowels on a Sunday. I love the feeling of crisp linen and rough towels.

I have sets of “three” of everything. One set in use, one set in the laundry and one set in the closet. I only buy new things if visible frayed and no point trying to mend.

I am currently reading The Psychology of Money by Morgan Housel and Stella Maris by Cormac McCarthy.

Stella Maris isn’t bad, but I am not so hooked as I was when I read The Road or when I struggled mentally to read the Blood Meridian (all that violence did go under my skin, but it was a valuable learning experience).

Morgan Housel’s book seems a like a light read and it is giving me that excellent a confirmation bias on what I believe is the nature of money.

Last book: Perfume: The story of a murderer by Patrick Süskind. I ravaged through it quite fast and enjoyed the descriptive writing style immensely. It’s supposedly a book with many intresting layers, but I loved as a novel about world of smell.

Currently: Though I tend to read several at the time depending on my mood, my main book is Breaking together: A freedom-loving response to collapse by Jem Bendell. I work with environmental stuff and I feel like we are past the point where ecological modernisation is a answer to all of our woes. It is well-written book and you can download it for free.

James Joyce - Ulysses. I have let it rot away in the back of my mind, because of the “prerequisite” to read the whole western canon up to the point when it was first published. While this no exactly true, I can’t help thinking this way.

Someday.

This is how it goes. Read one book and two will take its place. Though I do not remember the last time I did not have anything to read, there is always something.