At what point will you not be able to distinguish me from a botnet slave? For now , I think people can tell what is real and what is a scam. The time of BladeRunner has passed. I have a strong sensation of people really hoping for freshness. I have a lot of hope on the road toward 2020. In elementary school I had a TrapperKeeper with a punk kid eating potato chips in zero G with the subtitle " Hanging out in the year 2020". The chance to see that is as possible as me not getting there. But I have a thought for the future. And I persist with the belief that my effort is valuable. I can't describe how, but I want tomorrow to be good. There is too clear of a picture of the worst thing that could happen. And it's troubling to me that a dream of hard times is easier to describe than a wish for happiness. For peace and connectedness , a certain identity with our crises needs to be present. In my country at least, someone really pulled the rug out from under the Hippies. It's of course not that simple or easy. But to be the change you wish to see in the world, as Gandhi put it , is a very important start. Hard times are inescapable in that duality. I will not suffer with you.
