Writing for one is easy but that's because I'm already in my own loop. Writing for you, on this particular subject is proving to be something of a challenge but I'm up to it, even if I find myself hanging in there like a terrier after a rat.
As always, my writing has to be very real and I need to get it to the point where you as the reader, can not just see but also smell the same rat, dank matted fur an'all.
In the 'Old Irish', Tir na n'Og is a place of Celtic Mythology and/or mentality. It's a land of eternal youth and vigor from which anyone can depart but with no hope of return once contaminated by touching anywhere less pure. That's pretty much anywhere else.
Global warming is not just impure but also catastrophic. Real science supports models that indicate tectonically induced earthquakes arising from the weight of melted ice being lifted from the arctic and antarctic. There is also a model supporting a cooling of North Western Europe due to gulf current weakening due to glacial melting.
That cooling however would be temporary, but in the meantime, sea levels would rise significantly which in turn, would force people to move. With survival at stake, passport controls and borders become porous.
In Ireland, Dublin and Belfast are no-go gang areas and people need to get rural and rediscover some very basic roots to survive ... but when winters are hard and life no longer has value, a hero is humanity's only solution.
When the legendary Oisin claims to have been reincarnated with the sole purpose of bringing people back to the perfection of Tir na nOg, Aaron Maxwell knows what he must do. He must show his humanity by putting the decrepit old man out of his misery, just as he did his uncle Sammy. I'm getting there...