The other day, I dreamt that we were sharing a cluster of strongholds, with a family of people that supported and amplified each other. We worked on interlinked systems for the future we want, and then made stories, images and songs about them. Occasionally we produced artifacts, with a strong cultural charge, sending ripples through the aether, touching people near and far. They were spreading a sense of hope, agency and opportunity against the backdrop of impending extinction. Our family name was Neo-Metabolism.