Because I’m neurotic, I worry about a lot of stupid shit. Yes, yes, yes, I worry about relationships, my fucking finances, my cat and bullshit on the internet. But you know, then other fears creep up. Yes, when I learned about the grim end of the earth and the death of the sun as a child, I brooded over that shit for weeks. Fuck. REALLY. When I learned about the whole Universe ending Heat Death, it was like fuck? REALLY? A fucking sweater isn’t going to resolve that shit. Or the Big Crunch? Or about a million horrific ends to this universe and my fantasized immortal grandiosity. We won’t even get into climate change. We won’t even. Suffice it so say, I’m planning to move to Iowa, which will be the last glorious place when America turns into a hellscape.