Without A Driver
It's quite comforting, at times entirely terrifying, to think you know next to nothing of the world, the people who inhabit it, and yet it carries on regardless. No one's driving. You're a backseat passenger, strapped in and unable to reach the wheel when the chauffeur calls it quits out the side door.
I have an appealingly healthy dose of:
'Really, who gives one fuck?'
As some might say:
'Just gie it laldie. What's worst now? It too shall pass.'
Naysayers emmit cries of, what if this and what if that. But the real question is what if not.
The world's going to drive where it drives. Sit back, relax and presume it won't fuck things up.