In an age of climate collapse, mass extinction, and geopolitical unraveling, optimism can feel like a lie whispered to children to spare them nightmares. Governments peddle slogans of “build back better” as forests burn and oceans acidify. Corporations tout “sustainability” while mining the last scraps of a dying planet. Even well-meaning activists cling to the language of hope, as if sheer grit could bend the arc of thermodynamics. But what if hope itself is the delusion? What if the abyss is not a metaphor but the truth—a truth that renders our struggles not heroic, but absurd?

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