Is everything just too awful for words?

A working hypothesis.

*sock puppet voice*: yes lola, everything is. Titanical. Icebergian. oh no wait, there are no more icebergs. we'll just drown in plastic shit and animal carcasses and copies of 50 shades of grey

This tracks with my theory.

No doubt it's weird but I've been finding solace in an Australian cartoon dog:

https://www.theguardian.com/profile/first-dog-on-the-moon

Oh, great... Now I will have another internet addiction.

:)

The latest one is smashing.

:D

I just sent this across the sea to America last month.
Do you need one too, Lola?

:D

I thought so then. But now I'm even more convinced.

Little did I know!

June 2019.

We had it so good.

>11 LolaWalser: That's a breathtaking thought, isn't it?

Reminds me of this rhyme that I remember from Piet Hein's Grooks (please pardon any lapse of precision in memory):

If you could know what you will know
When your candle has burnt low,
It would greatly ease your plight
While your candle still burns bright.

With hindsight over the past, say, 20 years, the real spine-chiller to me is this: what do we have so good now that we won't recognize until later?