I’ve lived in the city state of Nuxil for a long time and therefore I have seen the days of revolution and disruption. But The Present Age [1] is upon us and with that citizens new and old, it is now a time for reflection and consolidation.

The early life of the City was primarily driven by the instinct for survival and that every action could either secure or damage it’s future. These citizens lived an existence based on the day to day struggle to survive; their very futures depended upon it. Whilst this was a worry it was also a thrill.

Now, in The Present Age, as BB King sang, the Thrill is Gone. Efforts are being made to simulate this thrill with the preservation of culture and to document the key characteristics of the revolutionary age.

The revolutionary age was one of strife, where people lived and died by their actions. The Present Age is where the older people reflect on past actions and discuss how to make things great again but without achieving much. Newer citizens read about this revolution in books written by the leaders.

However, the continued discussion and reflection ensures that they do think things are being achieved and that The Present Age is indeed good and that life is fulfilling. They are content and feel progress is being made but this is in measured only in terms of monetary wealth, and not spiritual or emotional enhancement.

Can you recapture the glories the revolution? The City has a Department of Culture which has the intention to do so for new citizens of the ever growing City. But by using the auspices of the media to ensure all citizens get the (same) message it is in itself doomed to failure in this regard.

Only through individual direct experience can the age of the revolution be captured. Experience by media is no subsitute for an earlier life on the battlements, immersed in the bloody struggle for existence and shaped by the memory of fallen comrades.

Its also not true, that only another actual revolution will change the current way of life and thinking. Complacency, politics and self congratulation are only a means to sleep walk though life in the City. Getting blood on your hands is one way to move forward, but so is the ability to observe The Present Age for what it is and treat it with the wit and humour of which it is deserving.

The latter is my choice. It is not made through disdain for my fellow citizens but through my own need to survive and gain emotional enrichment during The Present Age.

[1] The Present Age, an essay by Soren Kierkegaard (1846)