Epilogue
The Dreamstate
‘…For each age is a dream that is dying and one that is coming to birth…’
At the close of the opera, the question of where we are headed as the Plastics Age draws to a close hangs in the air. What have we learnt from this journey?
Libretto
We are the makers
What are the dreams we can dream
With our earth
For each age is a dream that is dying
And one that is coming to birth