We're like the busted addict now, in that limbo-time between arrest and sentencing. Regret, remorse, anger, and fear in its various forms. Anxious about what will happen we have these hungers still, the need for the addictive substance.
The news is clearer and clearer, the sky is falling, and it won't be good. And the reason it's falling is the fuel we burn.
So why are there ads on TV for powerful trucks? Why are we allowing these demons to run our lives?
