I don't feel doomed and I don't feel down. I was describing in a distant manner a trait I see in people all around. Something I first grasped in long hours of the banquets, when after 16 hours of a shift that was still far from its end people turned on each other in hoplessness and despair, which were the result of exhaustion, primarily. That is: There is less genuine evil or malice in the world, less ill will or intent, than people think. It's their exhaustion and hoplessenss that drives people to beat up their wifes, throw the pets in the dumpster and sell their kids into slavery. Exhaustion and hoplessness. Both are eating at people for many years now and drives them to a ledge where they just wish that all may finally stop and find some ending, so that, if nothing can be saved – and it cannot, due to complexity and the individual wishes of those with a little more power than theirs – then all is better than enduring this limbo, this Great Now, this Never-ending Timelessness. Which is why they rather want things to crumble than to preserve and rebuild. Because it feels to them that rebuilding from the ashes somehow seems more *realistic* and *less* painful than to keep on trying. And I only hope they don't embrace this cheap exit. I'm far more #postdoom than one may realise, in both meanings of the word. A happy new year to you and Mrs. Dr. Omed. Did she play the reed organ in one of the tenshows lately?