while heatwaves are searing the world
the BBC analyses smart glasses on its front page
publishes recipes
and analyses football matches
the Guardian writes about the new trillionaire
publishes recipes
and analyses football matches
Netflix churns out new series
people publish TikTok videos about their next holiday
etc.
and I just do not care anymore
this is the age of collective irrationality
where, as we move closer to self-destruction
we behave globally
like a chain-smoker
who knows about his lung cancer
but enjoys cigarettes so much
that even in hospital
they still go outside for a cigarette
exhaling the fumes
while slowly
but surely they will die.
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