I'm not ready to write a hopeful piece yet. But I can write something about what it feels like, persevering through this moment.
Maybe you’re young and healthy and/or unafraid. Or maybe you've been brainwashed. In my better moments, I can imagine you feeling as if you’re being yelled at to evacuate, by people you don’t trust, in a language you don’t understand. That makes me slightly more compassionate toward you. Can I suggest some ways to spend your doom-interrupted days?