The world has changed utterly in the last fortnight

I would rather quick oblivion rather than humourless survival, lectured by Bear Grylls types about how I’d be dead if they hadn’t rescued me from being caught on the door handle by my belt-loop, writes Colm O’Regan

Most of us are very fortunate. We never have to worry about the end of our world. We may fear death. That’s easy — the regrets about not treating someone right, not bringing all the one and two-cent coins to the bank, not seeing all the telly that was on our to-do list; or worse, seeing all the telly that was on our to-do list and realising that hadn’t brought any happiness either.

But it’s abstract, whereas the sort of dread about the future of the world seems much more vivid.