We're doomed again. Well, maybe not.

It's like childbirth. Who, having gone through it, would do it again? Yet, one or two years later, it's all a scream and a pant once more.
So with gloom and doom. It is forever with us, but we constantly forget the last bout, and then in we go again. Or is it just that Buffy is always hard at work?
A nice reminder from David Shariatmadari on the openDemocracy site.