They have a thirst for disaster, our students. They’re tireless. It’s helped them make sense of what’s been happening. Of their lives, plagued with disaster.
They want to understand themselves, in the midst of it all. What they might be able to do. How they might be able to live.
Escape! we always tell them. Leave this benighted country! This doomed continent!
It’s too late for us, we say. We’re too set in our ways. We’re too old! But you’re young. Get out there! Go! Before it’s too late. Before they ban travelling, or whatever. Before they shut down the world. Become unknown, unknowable. Flee.
Find somewhere to take your last stand. Set up a homestead. Arm yourself. Keep chickens. Grow stuff. Store stuff. See if you can sit the catastrophe out.
Costa Rica! we tell them. Head there! There’s no 5G! No electromagnetic pollution!
The students before us.
Personal problems – no doubt they have those. Personal crises – God knows this world is difficult enough! It’s a war on the young – we all know that. They want to destroy the young – psychologically. And by every other means.
We’re here to reverse the damage. To restore to life. To lead all the way back to the Ursprung. To give them back their youth …
Work in Progress 