I worry all too often that when the idea of ecological horror is brought up, that people begin a narrative that I have some type of interest in natural disasters or other catastrophizing events. That couldn't be further from the truth, seeing as I spent a large part of my time during the pandemic suddenly gripped by a fear seeing the reality of the state of our world. That even as it seemed to heal slightly as the world shut down around it, that all the same it was merely a bandage over a gnarly gash that had been made generations before. I felt like I couldn't open any app on my phone without news of another disaster or another place in which resources were quickly drying up. It was a terrifying reality to come to so suddenly and feel so helpless in the face of it. So, when I mention enjoying such a genre, I do not mean the glamorization of some survivalist fetish
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