Ursula K. Le Guin has stated that “the only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next”. We stand in our present moment, paralysed. Looking into the mirage of an unimaginable future, swirling with abstract dystopian visions and fleeting utopian hopes. This moment is an existential juncture — an extended journey along the edge of extinction into a time unrecognisable from what we know.
How do we love with the end in sight?