I’ve been looking at images of the end of the world since I was 8 years old. The collapse of civilization was a desolate backdrop to some of my favorite movies and then predicted, ad nauseam, by scientists on the nightly news. In grade 10, we had to watch a documentary about a computer projecting how overpopulation would lead to societal collapse in our lifetime.
With all that, I don’t feel all that weird about keeping extra bags of lentils in the cupboard. Or learning about the edible and medicinal plants in my area. Or making friends and doing business with every local farmer I can get my handshake on.
