William Gibson (March 17, 1948 -)
What I find most unsettling, is that the few times that I’ve tried to imagine what the mood is going to be, I can’t. Even if we have total, magical good luck, and Brexit and Trump and the rest turn out as well as they possibly can, the climate will still be happening. And as its intensity and steadiness are demonstrated, and further demonstrated—I try to imagine the mood, and my mind freezes up. It’s a really grim feeling. I’ve been trying to come to terms with it, personally. And I’ve started to think that maybe I won’t be able to.