When I was in elementary school, we had a game.
Simple, almost stupid in its design. The first one to say a certain word lost. The catch, of course, was that the word itself was almost impossible to avoid in daily conversation. It lurked everywhere, embedded in ordinary speech, waiting for someone to slip.
The last one standing—the one who managed to avoid it the longest—won the candy pot.
It was less about skill and more about tension. About self-censorship. About navigating reality without acknowledging the obvious.
Looking at international conferences today, I can’t help but think they’re playing the same game.
Different stakes, same mechanics.
Entire rooms full of decision-makers operating inside a bubble so far removed from the lived experience of ordinary people that they genuinely believe the last twenty years can simply be extended forward. Same policies, same assumptions, same vocabulary—just projected into the future as if nothing fundamental has shifted.
But something has.
And everyone knows it.
They just refuse to say the word.
I’ve seen this dynamic up close.
When the NEOS first emerged as a political force in Austria, I was there. I watched them organize, gain traction, win their first seats. There was energy, ambition, a sense of breaking away from the stale patterns of established politics.
I was part of their energy and environment team.
At one point, during a discussion that was otherwise perfectly aligned with the usual talking points, I raised a simple issue: poverty. More specifically, energy poverty—the inability of people to afford the very thing modern life depends on.
The reaction was immediate.
Not disagreement. Not debate. Confusion.
The kind of confusion you reserve for something that doesn’t fit into your mental model at all. Faces turned. Expressions tightened. It was as if I had introduced an entirely foreign concept—something that did not belong in the room.
For a moment, you could almost see the collective thought forming: Why is he bringing this up?
And yet, the setting made the disconnect almost absurd.
The party headquarters at the time sat above a building that housed a social supermarket on the ground floor. A place where people with limited means could buy basic goods at reduced prices. The line to get in didn’t just exist—it wrapped around the block. A visible, undeniable expression of economic strain.
You couldn’t miss it.
Unless, of course, you chose to.
Inside, poverty didn’t exist.
Outside, it queued patiently.
This is the peculiar ability of insulated systems: they can exclude reality not by disproving it, but by refusing to engage with it. By maintaining a conceptual framework where certain words—certain realities—are simply not part of the vocabulary.
And as long as no one says the word, the game continues.
The same dynamic now plays out on a much larger stage.
Conferences, panels, policy summits—carefully curated environments where the conversation remains within acceptable bounds. Where language is controlled, where deviations are gently corrected, where the underlying premise is never truly questioned.
Because the moment someone says the word—whatever that word happens to be in a given context—the game ends.
And with it, the illusion.
The problem is that reality doesn’t participate in the game.
It doesn’t wait for permission to assert itself. It doesn’t adjust to the comfort level of those discussing it. It simply accumulates, manifests, and eventually forces recognition—whether the participants are ready or not.
The elites will hold out as long as they can.
That much is certain.
Not out of malice necessarily, but out of structure. Out of incentive. Out of the simple human reluctance to be the first one to acknowledge that the framework no longer holds.
Because the first one to say the word loses.
At least in the short term.
But unlike a childhood game, there is no candy pot waiting at the end of this one.
Only consequences.
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