‘The Future, capital-F, be it crystalline city on the hill or radioactive postnuclear wasteland, is gone. Ahead of us, there is merely…more stuff. Events. Some tending to the crystalline, some to the wasteland-y. 64 more words
My sweet friend was more gracious than I deserved. She shrugged it off and said not to worry about it.
I had basically insulted her in a group message on Facebook; how could I not worry about it? 1,011 more words