11-26-2017, 12:00 AM
"And one day we will die and our ashes will fly
From the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see..."
It was unavoidable, but the dream has passed cleanly through all the hipster nostalgia for a time when distance used to matter and Oceans and Time could still separate us. Before everyone you've ever met or ever will meet could be emailed, texted, or reached by plane in probably less than 12 hours.
We are currently passing through some ubiquitous surveillance and awaiting clearance from the all-seeing eyes, but if we can just hang on for a while I am just now beginning to see the outlines of a bright and optimistic1950s SciFi Utopia shining off in the distance (though in which country, I cannot yet say) and I just know, I just know we have a second chance to do it right this time.
From the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see..."
It was unavoidable, but the dream has passed cleanly through all the hipster nostalgia for a time when distance used to matter and Oceans and Time could still separate us. Before everyone you've ever met or ever will meet could be emailed, texted, or reached by plane in probably less than 12 hours.
We are currently passing through some ubiquitous surveillance and awaiting clearance from the all-seeing eyes, but if we can just hang on for a while I am just now beginning to see the outlines of a bright and optimistic1950s SciFi Utopia shining off in the distance (though in which country, I cannot yet say) and I just know, I just know we have a second chance to do it right this time.