Going to work reminds me of that dream I used to have of the Nuclear Armageddon, the time I was in London and I got word via the radio that the missiles had been launched, 20 minutes until they annihilated London, time to evacuate, seek cover, get out of London, and as I'm making my way up Kilyon road everyone is selling their shit, antiques, joking "you can't take it with you" and I'm torn, there's bargains to be had for sure, maybe you can take some of it with you, but I really should be trying to get out of town...the same feeling when I'm going to work, the smoke, the air, there's no fires near to us but the world now is on fire and this work, this "business as usual", there's nothing usual about it...we're all being distracted in the last days of the Holocene, there's secret climate change models and forecasts they don't dare to publish, Yellowknife, once the arctic begins burning up there's an incalculable amount of gases, methane to be released, and shit is going to start getting serious real soon.
Not that it isn't serious already, but shrug your shoulders and carry on...