Forgotten.

“l feel like I’ve forgotten something. I survey the kitchen . . . scan the array of blinking appliances and the dirty dishes in the sink, screaming out for clean water…and then I remember. I haven’t done a single blasted thing to atone for my fossil-fuel powered, water-in-a-drought-consuming, plastic trash-generating existence. I grab the car keys before I can give it another soul-sapping thought. “But I recycle!” I shout with a fist pump on my way out the door.”