^^^ this is a picture of the spreading leak of radiation-contaminated seawater. And here's the absolute least sensational, most optimistic looking report on the contamination and its possible effects: http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/energy/2013/08/130807-fukushima-radioactive-water-leak/ If you look into more alternative media, you'll see much worse predictions. But what do you guys think? It's not just the recent news about the nuclear contamination, nor is it the news about war on the horizon in Syria (I mean you could see that one coming a mile away) It's just fucking everything. The world is looking really bleak for me today. Everyone I know seems to be breaking down and and spilling all over me. I'm still holding together, but I'm starting to overflow and the world seems and feels as if it's coming to an end for me. I know people have been saying "the end is nigh" for centuries, and I know that foresight of disaster is part of the human condition, but I still can't shake the feeling that something is very wrong -- wrong in a way its never been before, and to a magnitude that's never before been see. It's like something's wrong with my mind, wrong with the world, or maybe wrong with reality and existence itself -- but I can't fucking tell which one. Is it just me? Did I just do too much acid or is reality fucking broken? How long do you think we've got? Anyone else feel like this? I feel like I should quit my life and run. If the world's fucked, then I should quit job and drop out of school, empty my bank account and get the fuck out of society -- or at least as far away from it as I can-- but if it's not fucked, then I'd just be throwing my life away. Maybe I should just blow all my money and go scuba diving somewhere, I don't know. I'm just gonna go for a walk in the park and hope people on the internet wants to chat by the time I get back. pm me for my msn if you wanna chat respond if you have any theories about how screwed/not-screwed we are as a species, I guess. I just really don't want to die of cancer. The thought of having my own cells rebell against me is just too fucked. I try to be the best captain I can be! What am I to do if the environment around me, created by powers beyond my control, encourages my crew to become mutinous?