The Novalanders

We Novalanders came about when the geriatric toxin fueled society surrendered to the 'perfection' of the moment. We knew our place in the world to be the progressives and everyone said they'd had enough forward movement. So we stepped back into the far reaches, the blind spots and black holes to leave the society that insisted on burning itself. The Birthday Boy is said to have coined the term, possibly also triggering the mass exodus, though his anonymity and the chaos of the time make it hard to certify anything.

In comparison Novalander society looks to be thriving though we are far from having it all under control. We are spread out across the globe, in every place you could imagine, though we have little means of contacting or identifying each other, save for the pirate waves. We are the brightest minds and most defiant souls, we are disorganised, though highly creative.

We are engineers, fed up with planned obsolescence, and administrators, tired of systems that will not change to suit the needs of its people. We are artists who have envisioned a thousand brilliant alternatives, and explorers who have pushed the physical barrier to get there. We are healers who care for every person, and farmers who care for the earth.

We all share the vision though the focus differs. The idea that remains is our society can cause less harm and is yet to fulfill its greatest potential. Always, the idea of a greater experience of love and freedom