This is a slogoir.
Sometimes I’ve pitched this to my husband as an “epistolary scifi satire”, but we aren’t there yet. That’s the goal. Maybe it’ll be in book form but I think we’ve got about 60,000 words before we can get there.
Other times I describe this as “autofiction”; if you ended up here because the Author, a real person who you’ve met in real life and might be connected to via social media or a group chat that you only look at every 6 months, said they are writing again, and then you see some weird name but not the weird name of the person you know (and haven’t been saying right, I GAUR-an-TEE it), it’s because stories need some distance from reality. And also, some times it’s fun to change things for dramatic effect.
It is also an attempt to understand the system that we live in and how it shapes us and our relationships with others and the world. It is, too, an examination of those systems and relationships in light of the stressor that was the Covid-19 Pandemic, in the hope that there will be lessons learned and changes.
And, yes, its a manifesto for degrowth and for most people to work a lot less.
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