What it’s like to be 50 below

What it’s like to be 50 below

Out of control

Like mankind is sunk

No bailing out of this one

Like Jack London’s story “To Build a Fire”

We’re doomed

Everything and everyone

Where each breath is fire and ice

And all the stores are closed

And all the fun stuff is cancelled

Where you feel as if an avalanche has swallowed you whole

All the ordinary Earth rules are void

Up is down and the sky is falling

Life is like artic fog

Steaming off the lake

An illusion

We dream about the day

We will be 50 above