Sometimes, I wonder why we even bother. Life, with its endless torrents, lately just seems like an exercise in figuring out new ways to drown—both metaphorically and, if you're in Central Europe, quite literally. Hi, Jack Superblack here, contemplating existence as towns across the continent turn into accidental water parks.
Imagine you went shopping and impulsively bought five times the perfume you need. Except, it's not perfume. It's rain. And you can't return it. That’s the kind of reckless purchasing Mother Nature’s been up to, thanks to a pesky thing called Storm Boris.
Now, towns are underwater, thousands are homeless, and local leaders, like the mayor of an unnamed Polish town, are herding folks out like it’s a sad, wet Noah’s Ark reboot. Over 20 souls lost to the deep. That’s about 20 too many, even for someone considering the quiet allure of an eternal nap, such as myself.
Experts, like Sissi Knispel de Acosta, toss around phrases like “climate-induced extreme weather events” which is a mouthful to say when you’re floating on your grandma’s antique dining table.
So, as we careen down this river without a paddle, let’s all remember to laugh. Because really, when confronted with the absurdity of a life preserver as your new best accessory, what else can you do? Then again, laughing alone in the rain is only fun until someone writes a hauntingly morbid article about it.
Based on the original article "Flooding in Central Europe a ‘Clear Reminder’ of the Threat of Extreme Weather".
