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Love letter from the Future
⏤ My Dearest Past,
Do you remember our rocky start?
They say beginnings are always explosive.
I’ll never forget the slow and hot formation
how we became solid and when we began to breathe.
Now we speak a superhuman number of languages, which doesn’t feel so ‘super’ anymore,
since They came down from the trees and then burned them
so They could evolve.
They probably feel that there is an end to their existence,
like time actually means something.
Well, good for them.
After fungi, they are my second favourite species,
very creative.
I’m sitting comfortably here in my Now,
thinking of you a lot my lovely Past
daydreaming on the day when we were breathing this fresh,
cold and moist forest air.
Like a green bath.
It’s almost all gone my dear…
You would never believe how humans — so obsessed with their own bodies — could cut out most of their lungs.
They were shrinking and shrinking, to the point they were burning themselves.
And all for what?
I’m not entirely sure, but it all feels plasticky and overwhelmingly crowded.
Maybe we can do something about it? Rewrite the story, again?And speaking of stories…It seems so long ago that we were telling the same tales over and over again.
Painting in time, painting in sound… Movies!
Believe it or not, but I really miss good old cinema.
I guess I’m too old for all this white and shiny ‘holographic design experience’
It seems even the Future has its limits.
I need to go now, but I send you all my love.
It may taste and sound synthetic, but I hold on to the warm feeling that the stories that build us will always be unique and remain very much alive.
Yours forever
Future
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