I'm an industrial designer, or am studying to be at the University of Cincinnati, and mostly through my readings I've come to have an overwhelming sense of dread. Something bad is about to happen. We’re disregarding our place in the world, and each other. We’re becoming more and more like Vulcans. I want to talk to people on the subway, and eat ice cream, and my life dream is to be a park ranger in the desert. I'm going to name my first child Mojave after the desert, if I have one, but I feel with overpopulation eminent that having children is becoming immoral.