The thing that initially got me into leftism, more than anything else, was a weird sense of a future lost. That sense has become much more acute as time went on - definitively, I'd say it petered out in the 1980s as the social democratic consensus collapsed, but as time has gone on the situation has only become more severe - in the 90s there were still some scarce promises for the future, or at least some vision of it via the internet, perhaps caused by the misguided euphoria of the collapse of the USSR. In the popular imagination you could see a United States of Europe, and so on. Now? Everything seems locked into the present. Sure, we've got an abundance of nostalgia, but there's little attempt to actually articulate the present in the manner we've seen from the past. Perhaps it's too awful for us to comprehend? Or perhaps simply too dull.
It's very strange. This runs through all sorts of fields, from architecture to politics to the bizarre question of what the Zeitgeist is. The sheen has even come off third-way managerialism, now there's nothing but dismay. And Trump, the human spectacle.
So I dug back into social democracy to see how I could recover the future, and instead found that capitalism cannot be recovered. But it brings me to my primary question: Do you feel it too? The haunting resonance of futures that simply never came. (I believe this is called "hauntology") For me, I feel it most profoundly as a haunting by the 1970s. The loathed middle-child between the 60s and the 80s is the one I find myself most drawn to spend time with. It's not a deep nostalgia, or an idealisation of the period - the 1970s were miserable - yet they hang over me, the last decade before the year-zero of neoliberalism, the last decade with some vision of the future. Apollo, Concorde. Some vision of science as an engine of progress. To try and put a point on it, perhaps the longing is not for the 1970s, but for the post-1970s promised by the 1970s. Then there's our sense of time being warped - the 80s much closer to now than the 60s felt in the 80s, even though they were now much longer ago… Neoliberalism has driven all of the senses crazy. The end of history does nothing but confuse.
(Mark Fisher's stuff really kickstarted my desire to articulate this feeling, both Capitalist Realism, his blog and Ghosts of my Life. Adam Curtis also seems to get into the same general area, that sense of lost postwar-modernism. Still, much of it goes over my head. Intrinsically I think it's linked to the style of postwar Britain, a sort of utopian, dystopian horror in the way Scarfolk parodies, but I can't see why the rest of the world shouldn't also be haunted by these lost futures.)
I'm sure I had this neatly folded into an essay question, but basically it's just a request for exposition of anything you think is vaguely related, stories, your own thoughts or whatever. I'm fascinated by it, particularly from a perspective that goes outside my own lukewarm social-democratic "roots".