Journal 5/10/2026
This morning I’ve struggled for hours to discern what to write. Which is rarely a problem for me.
I’m reaching the point it seems most of the people reached a long time ago. Unable to believe the ruin of the way of life we once knew. And believed our lives would only get better. At least for white people. Most of the things we could rely upon are rapidly failing. Now there is widespread fear of what will happen next.
We avoid thinking about what we will do when any one of the systems necessary for survival fails. What happens when water stops flowing into our homes? Power fails? Food production and distribution collapse? When there will be no fossil fuel for transportation or heating homes?
Where does that leave us? At least those of us who abjure all this is as repellent and horrific and nightmarish?
It leaves us with the obligation to create and tend to and nourish and nurture and mend and heal and cherish and treasure and defend and replenish somethings. Newer and better somethings, if we’re lucky. Now we are going to have to take the somethings we care most about, and safeguard them, to whatever extent we can. For some of us, that’ll be science, for others, democracy, for others, their community. For some, art, for some, knowledge. And so on.
Now we are guardians and caretakers of an extinct species.
Why the Future is Made of Nothing by umair haque, Eudaimonia and Co, May 10, 2026
