ALSO ME: But it’s a damn comfortable house, right? As good or better than your parents and grandparents lived in. What makes you think it’s so fragile?
ME: Climate change. Terrible leadership. Corporate looting. Pretty much everything.
ALSO ME: But the powers that be won’t just let it all go to hell. Their wealth is built on the same system.
ME: Don’t forget we were at the brink of collapse just a few years ago! We would have flown off the ledge if not for some lucky breaks and Hail Marys in the 11th-hour.
ALSO ME: Exactly. Somebody determined not to fail has their hand on the controls.
ME: Trump and his band of criminals? I wouldn’t bet on that. Anyhow, there’s evidence the rich are hedging against an economic meltdown, buying up land out west for When The Shit Goes Down. Like they know something we don’t.
ALSO ME: You know people out west. Go eke it out with them if there’s a collapse.
ME: Assuming the west isn’t completely burned down? It’s not like my urban, creative-class existence has prepared me to survive beyond rudimentary camping skills.
ALSO ME: Forage for mushrooms. Catch some fish. Build a fire. Shoot your dinner.
ME: Guns scare me. So do people with guns. My best bet would be to play the “artist card” and hope my more capable friends let us hang on with them. I mean, my wife’s pretty handy…
ALSO ME: There you go.
ME: But what about the thousands of people in my community who don’t have the option to flee? Should we just let them rot?
ALSO ME: To your point, you don’t really have the means to save yourself, let alone a bunch of strangers. Besides, when things get desperate, they’re as likely to see you as the enemy as an ally.
ME: Grim. But true.
ALSO ME: That’s your White Savior Complex talking anyhow. How do you know those people aren’t more resilient than you? They might be bailing YOU out.
ME: I hope they like my shitty drawings.