What about the future?

The world we live in now has little to recommend it. Plenty of crabs at our station. We know that this plastic paradise won't last. It has mortgaged its future to preserve the past.


You will soon see this great empire fall. In 2017 I saw houses with overgrown lawns and slimy green pools. There were no cars on the highway, but a sterile stillness. Words cannot convey the silence I heard. What happened to all the people? Far off I could see the twisted skeletonized remains of what were once skyscrapers. These pieces of mangled metal seemed like a bizarre abstract art sculpture.

But what of the far future world? What wonders does it hold?

A slight breeze blows little mites of dust into the air. Thin feathery clouds catch the final rays of a dying sun; as the sun falls under the horizon the sky is lit up into a deep rich burnt cinnamon with a trace of orange and deep blood red.
Far off into the distance a gigantic dome city glows bright with a warm red radiance. Shiny sparkly stars on its surface give off a shimmer of hope that after our present world is gone, humanity will arise anew out of the ashes of the old to rebuild.