The Vaucluse foreshore is the sort of place you go to forget your problems. In this quiet pocket of Sydney’s eastern suburbs, trees form a protective canopy overhead, tiny beaches interrupt the bush, and the harbour unfurls across the horizon in all its glory. It is here, on a dazzlingly bright blue day, that Sarah Wilson is telling me there can be no hope for the future.
For the last three years, Wilson has been researching and writing a book on systems collapse, the first chapter of which is called Hope – about “how there is no hope, and we need to face this”.
