I struggle to dwell in this dream consistently, but I feel it glowing within me.

as I anticipate that we’ll see days so different from anything we’ve lived before, I dare to dream a shimmering thought: could they be better? Can we unhook ourselves from our slavery to King Capitalism, and build the solarpunk utopia of dreams?

As we all look to the future and try to predict what’s coming, I see storm clouds darkening the sky and rumbling with a terrible mystery. And yet,