The Conference
It promises to be one of humanity’s great moments.
Or, we all hope so.
The theory goes thusly: The problems of the world can be, and in fact have been solved. Just, the solutions never stick, because self-important, privelleged college kids have no way to implement them.
But there were those who could. So all of the major world leaders come together tonight, in a locked den with overstuffed couches, dim light, and a bottomless supply of espresso, cheap booze, clove cigarettes, and pot. The door will not be unlocked till dawn.
All we can do now is hope.
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