"Apology," A decade later
According to the Provisional Schedule in the first English printing of
bolo'bolo we should now all be living happily in bolos, traveling around the planet without credit cards or passports, enjoying hospitality everywhere, working some, playing some, sleeping some and not worrying about anything. Nation-states, armies, big companies, 9-to-5 jobs, poverty, hunger, car traffic, environmental pollution, etc., should be no more than dim memories of a past age of stupidity and mutual fear. No such monsters as the USA, Russia or China should exist any more, but a patchwork of intentional regions (sumi) of maybe ten million inhabitants and the size of Pennsylvania, largely self-sufficient. Instead of nations there should be criss-cross cooperation between these regions, worldwide.Now, if we look at the real early '90s, we couldn't be farther off schedule. Not only hasn't the Planetary Work Machine (or economy - state, private or mixed - as some prefer to call it) not dissolved, it's kicking and alive, killing to the left and to the right, imposing still lower levels of misery. We are further away from any conceivable Utopia than ever. Instead of paradise, 1991