Yeah, I like to receive and give food gifts. Or I tend to give something I made myself, for example knitted socks or baked goods.

This is superb! I, too, love the postapocalyptic sceneries.

I have no hope, that the system will change in time for us or those who come after us; humans and other walks of life. But I still do things and make choices, that mitigate my impact on the planet. Not because I think I can steer us away from this path, but because it is the right thing to do. I am morally obligated to do it even if the result does not change and I take a weak solace in that fact. And of course it always matters whether we hit 3, 4, 5 or 8 degrees above pre-industrial mean to other evolutions of life.

I dream very often of being someone else. No limits on sex, sexuality or age. Not too long ago I dreamt I was a young, bisexual man with bear-like proportions, though the sexual relations were an afterthought in a highly weird story about survival.

I am a middle aged woman, but shit it felt good in the morning to feel that strong.

PS2, you never forget your first love.