“du ska inte tro det blir sommar ifall inte nån sätter fart” /swedish tune about nothing ever happening unless someone gets on it, cheerful & soothing melody. ‘Idas sommarvisa.’

“war is too important to leave to generals”

my utopia is that a promille of humans are around at the end of this, the 6th extinction. nourishes me to archive culture and knowledge for the coming generations. to consider my material possessions- to go WWOOF:ing around as a farmhand and educate to preserve & prosper natural areas- fields, forests. to find it in me to dream for children again: because i don’t want the 12-children-per-patriarch-oligarch-or-antiintellectual-family to be the poor bastards left. i want better: i want all the sensible people who consider the ethics of having children, ironically, to increase the odds that their family’s culture of humanism is statistically likely to exist among that small amount of humans alive after the 6th extinction.

what’s your utopia? we all find motivation in a utopia or demotivate- cowering infront of a dystopia that only feeds off of that fear & despair to manifest more and more. it’s never over, not even in Nazi germany.