ABSTRACT
A predicament
At a time when neoliberalism is still widely considered the steady ship in a rocky harbour—a safe vessel in which sits the possibility of transport for our dreams, comfort and desires—where does accountability reside? Have we obfuscated personal, household, community and locasphere1 responsibilities by the way in which we perform our unarguably anthropocentric lifeways? By the way in which we farm out our resource gathering to unknowable, faraway, vested interests? By how these interests extract with a linear, even violent hatred of what Martin Prechtel (1999) calls "the Flowering Earth," because taking from another isn't the same thing as taking from one's own?
