Oct 17, 2021
7 min read
No, Everything’s Not Going to Be Okay. Stop Saying It.
The price of complacent optimism.
I’ve got an uncle who throws trash on the road. He laughs about it. He thinks it’s funny. “It’s like a free road map.” He sincerely believes he can recognize his own trash, and use it to navigate back roads where he lives. I would call his kind of intelligence special, but it’s not.
