I've been thinking a lot about the future, trying to figure out what shape it's going to be and what I'll do when I get there. I keep being hit with sudden, visceral reminders that in a couple of years the world won't look anything like the way it looks now. I was hoping that the world would last, but now that it's sinking in that things are going to change in a deep, unnamable way, I feel silly for even hoping. If this is supposed to be a test of some cold-hearted deity, than maybe what we need now is a refuge from Gods, somewhere we can truly make our own.