I embarked upon this seemingly masochistic experiment because I was curious. Would I be able to stop? Would a dearth of orgasms negatively impact my temperament? Would another Mayan apocalypse come about should I fail?
A zombie invasion or a nuclear fallout or a declaration of martial law is much speedier and more cinematic than climate change, even if we keep being told we’re frogs in a pot that’s coming to a boil.