November 3, 2019
I see it this way: This house is on a cliff. Precarious. It's uncertain but also inevitable that these will happen—one at a time or simultaneously—the sea will swallow it or the cliff will give. Either way the house will be no more. And what of the people that live in it? They should have moved out years ago, but they chose to stay despite the certainty of an end. "Why would we run away from the end?" they said. "If you keep running away from the end, it will keep on catching up with you." Just stay.