Our handcart is already speeding towards Hell

IN PREPARATION for the global Extinction Rebellion actions that start today — as you read this I, with my fellow middle aged, non-violent librarians and teachers and nurses and worried parents, will be lying on the road outside Downing Street — I have been reading a post-capitalist survival guide.

And yes, it’s just as much fun as it sounds. Given how our handcart is already gathering speed en route to Hell, it seems sensible to mug up on what exactly Hell might look like, beyond a vast deserted shopping mall with trees growing through its forecourt, the creepy shadows and blinking strip lights dotted with former office workers gone feral, killing each other over the last chicken drumstick. The last can of Coke. Or maybe we are there already.