Why do I have such an interest/morbose fascination for the literature on climate change and generally the imminent planetary collapse? Is it because my strong morals impose upon me to deeply care for all human beings on earth and their fate? No. Let���s be honest. It���s because if the world is really going to go to shit in a few decades, the fact that my life was wasted can quietly slide into the background, and I can resort to the ultimate psychological palliative strategy: ���oh well, no matter how realized I might have been, the world was fucked anyway���. Pathetic, I know. Hi, have you met me?

Brilliant essay by an ex-philosophy academic.