Reading this post certainly had its effect on me, but it was certainly worth it. (Though I couldn't bring myself to watch that video too.)
That poem reminded me a lot of a Hungarian poem about being a bunch of fish caught in a net. By trying to get free, each one is tightening the ropes on the bodies of all others... until they all end up on the fisherman's table.
As much as they pushed my buttons, I thoroughly enjoyed the futility of the massive efforts of composting, growing food, reducing waste, etc. all of which takes considerable effort, compared to the flick of a finger simplicity of governments and corporations extending gas contracts. Makes me nauseated!
A few years ago (just before getting on Hive, actually) I felt much stronger about these things. Then this feeling started growing in me that we may actually not make it. I mean, even with the most constrained and focussed efforts we may not prevent the ultimate destruction that has been set in motion... when we were children... or even before? So Netflix may not be such a bad option after all. Or your garden. Not as a part of some grand solution for the future, but simply a place to make you feel good today. And yes, even the tire wall that I build may in the end just stand there, not supporting anything, but while I was doing it, I had a chance to work on my tan and my muscles.
I think it was @mountainjewel (wonder what she's up to these days) telling me around the time of my bike trip that perhaps our purpose here is not to save the earth, but to witness its destruction. Bleak as it sounds, it actually made me feel less tense about the wildfires I saw.