Things are going to get stranger than you imagine.
I originally wrote this as science fiction. Given how many of us seem ready to give our consciousness over and become unthinking zombies… well, I’m not sure how fictional it is anymore.
Between my back, a lingering back-of-the-throat cold, vague aches and the long-present allergies and poor…
We live at the end of an age, the end of a time of almost post-scarcity. Those of us who have grown up in this time have an ahistorical view, one where scarcity barely matters.
That is, those of us in the middle class and up in the global North and West.