The world makes me sad. Not my world, not my microcosm of reality that I live every day… I mean the world that doesn’t accept that things are getting worse. Toronto never had smog warnings when I first moved here. This year we had one in early May, and it’s just gotten worse from then. And it’s not just in the city now… it’s spreading everywhere, cottage country has smog warnings now, and I’m pretty much certain that my perpetual headache is because of the air quality. The headache never goes away now… it just lessens sometimes, and worsens other times, and generally lurks all the time. The rain doesn’t cool the air down like it should. If I breathe too deeply I cough. I don’t have asthma, but sometimes I feel as though I do.
There’s some government program that offers to pay for your schooling if you go into psychology and plan to practice in Northern Ontario (there’s a shortage of psychologists up there, I guess.) Some days that’s almost tempting, just to be able to relearn how to breathe, but it’s starting to look like being out of civilization will make a difference anymore.
This planet is wrong. We’ve killed it. We just don’t know it yet.