This piece reads like a 7th grade given an assignment to write 1000 words on a confusing subject. I thought there was a second page because it ended so abruptly.

It’s a bunch of content on Brand and then makes a slew of subjective statements that seem like I’m supposed to know the author. Or look for future pieces.

So the piece informs and then adds some apocalyptic musings with no basis other than the author’s neuroses.

“ As I sat on the couch in my apartment, overheating in the late-afternoon sun, I felt a growing unease that this vision for the future, however soothing, was largely fantasy. For weeks, all I had been able to feel for the future was grief. I pictured woolly mammoths roaming the charred landscape of Northern California and future archeologists discovering the remains of the ten-thousand-year clock in a swamp of nuclear waste. While antagonism between millennials and boomers is a Freudian trope, Brand’s generation will leave behind a frightening, if unintentional, inheritance. My generation, and those after us, are staring down a ravaged environment, eviscerated institutions, and the increasing erosion of democracy. In this context, the long-term view is as seductive as the apolitical, inward turn of the communards from the nineteen-sixties. What a luxury it is to be released from politics––to picture it all panning out.“