TIMES REKT...

Do you feel the urge?...

The darkly soothing compulsion of doomscrolling...

What is it that grips you?

Safety in knowledge?

Human fascination?

That odd tranquilizing feeling?

... this year has been bleak... not least the last 48 hours... for those anchored to the promise of possibility.

... but we are all fucked... so...

Delete another day.

The ark has been divvied up and sold for parts.

And none of us have a plank to float on.