As someone in my 30s, I expect to be part of the beginning of a series of steward generations who will desperately try to manage this Great Decline. My only hope is that it can be slowed down enough that I don’t die in some thunderdome contest for scraps.
As someone in my 30s, I expect to be part of the beginning of a series of steward generations who will desperately try to manage this Great Decline. My only hope is that it can be slowed down enough that I don’t die in some thunderdome contest for scraps.
The paradox is that continous decline also leaves space for new.