As another year draws to a close, I again ponder the future of human civilization and how best to go on living in it.

In my thirties, I resolved to no longer make New Year’s resolutions. It was perhaps the inevitable result of my nihilistic epiphany eleven years ago, to accept life’s small joys rather than torture myself aspiring to lofty ideals I seemed unable to attain.

The fallout of the pandemic altered us all—even if human civilization as a whole appears stubbornly determined to continue its self-destructive course. But it wasn’t until December of ’21 that I decided to make a New Year’s resolution.