At this point, I am so jaded and nihilistic around this covid world death flag that I no longer have any expectations about the future save for the fact that everything will burn.

I already possess no hope about our future, and the only things I view with my eyes is my past. When the situation degenerates to that actual fear of death becomes a palpable reality and all resistance has been silenced, I know it is all but a loss, even as the resistance reignites a decade later.

So this Christmas, hold onto whatever you have left unless you already no longer have anything (like in the Netherlands). Lost things will never return, but keep whatever you still have in your hands. Remember, there is no darkest, and everything will drop to the abyss suddenly and easily, without buildup, out of everyone's imagination.