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Once upon a time, not very far from now, two children come home to find a line of wet red paint round the outside of their house. What does it mean? It's a truism of our time that it'll be the next generation who'll sort out our increasingly toxic world. What would that actually be like? In a state turned hostile, a world of insiders and outsiders, what things of the past can sustain them and what shape can resistance take? And what's a horse got to do with any of this?