The world looks a lot different to Mac Clayton now, and that’s not just because the world is different now.
Oh, my goodness, the world is so messed up. It’s enough to make me want to go off somewhere and forget about it all.
I can do that now. The work I do is portable. I could live at the beach or in a mountain cabin. No one would care.
That may sound like the musings of someone who is a little depressed, or of an old man viewing his mortality. They’re kind of the same thing, I think.
I wonder how I made it this long without getting discouraged. The world isn’t objectively worse off now. Were not in the middle of the Depression or WW II. There’s a lot of poverty, a lot of economic inequality, but by and large more people around the world are better off than ever. Climate change is coming at us like the asteroid at the dinosaurs, that could be worse.