...When I turned 17 I did not bother learning to get a driving license, because I was confident that cars would not be around for much longer: I believed that the demise of our industrial society was imminent, and that was what I wanted. I envisaged a village-level and more communal life - much like Medieval times but minus the Warrior Lord and the Priests.
This absence was important, because I understood that without this needless and counter-productive expenditure of resources (money, food, time and energy) I thought we could:
1. Raise the standard of living of the ordinary peasants above subsistence to a reasonable sufficiency.
2. Increase the amount of discretionary leisure from minimal to ample.
3. And, thereby, enable people to do what they deeply wanted to do; which was (I thought) to replace the business of fighting and religion with a great expansion of arts and crafts - and, implicitly, sexual freedom too, although I did not articulate this.
...As the seventies proceeded (the balance inflecting probably from 1976-7) was that this vision gradually soured and darkened - and dystopia became more and more dominant; and has stayed.
The village idyll of my hopes was replaced by a rotten pastoralism that saw the countryside as a fake, concealing dark and sinister goings-on - mind-controlled rustics engaged in ritual mutilation, rape, murder; or secret business and government agencies concealed in forests or underground. A totalitarian future of surveillance, manipulation, poisoning, destruction, massification...
The hedonic, creative paganism of my vague daydreams was replaced by instinctive savagery or actually demonic activities...
Read the whole thing at Albion Awakening.