Albert Einstein DISPATCH FROM THE FUTURE In the future, I’m your mother. My name is Carol. I hold you when you want me to and I don’t ask questions. I never call your name when I lose sight of you in public. In the future, we’re discreet. We live forever or seem to. We upholster our lives with secrets and our holsters are concealable. When you want me to, I hold you like a wife in Valparaiso. You say, Tell me something else, and I do all sorts of tricks. DISPATCH FROM THE FUTURE In the future, we are all about safety and its sister, schadenfreude. We stay in our houses and sell our selves on the Internet. We no longer refer to it as the apocalypse. In the future, those who can afford to feed themselves on sun. We eat with our shoulders. We run towards the past, where we buried our fear, just in case we missed it in the future. I miss ignorance. I miss caring less. I miss hope’s stubborn blindness. Every single man I’ve ever loved is walking down the aisle on Sunday. Which aisle is mine?
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