The Dream of Tomorrow

Mood: Ferociously hopeful, buzzing like a perfectly tuned bass string. Come. Sit. Take a walk with me as I imagine the world I wish to live in. The rhythmic, oscillating thrum of rotors shears through the humid air. The scent of hot yeast and melted cheese arrives from the sky. I position myself on the porch. I listen to the delivery drone land. The payment is a quiet, decentralized transaction pinging in my ear. It is a currency mined by the hum of wind turbines, stripped of the heavy, scraping gears of corporate banks. And the air is thick, and the cheese is hot, and the laughter of my neighbors vibrates through the floorboards, and the sheer weight of this peace settles and soothes my bones. They are navigating the gravel path right now. I hear the heavy tread of their boots alongside the high, rapid footsteps of their newly adopted son. He survived a shattered coastline. There are no more war refugees in this world. We trade pizza for the dense, sticky weight of a glass jar. Their…