I’ve broadly come to think of collapse as the antidote to the narrative of infinite progress. The one we’re all steeped in, which tells us that with the right technology, innovation, and political party in power, we can save the way we’re living now. We won’t have to face what’s coming for us in a climate sense, and we don’t have to change anything

I kept thinking about the fact that humans have an extremely small chance (if we have one at all) to save ourselves from destruction in the next few years, and that the only thing that could save us would be everyone just stopping, refusing to be part of the insistence on growth that almost no one questions, even though it is deadly.