The mistakes are all there waiting to be made

Our crisis of truth and trust

We’re in for a long haul, I’m afraid

(compared to four years ago)? 

A hole in the ground with some docs standing around it

But it takes a good carpenter to build one

It’s no longer personal, transcendent and romantic

We've changed but perhaps not much

We’re bad at assessing randomness and probability in our lives

Our ability to procreate is infinitely greater than earth's power to provide subsistence

Perspectives from a card-carrying Luddite

Want to know the prevailing mood? Think “mean.”