My mind has been drifting into the future lately—nothing specific, just wondering about what stays, what goes, what survives, what doesn't. Just daydreaming. Thinking about the future can have some pertinent side effects, like making plans to do something, but I find myself just trying to feel the size and the shape of the future. I don't know why. There is no why. The dimensions of the future aren't even useful—the contents are the useful part. We'll try to reel it all back from the future to the present, from abstractions to reality next week. Or not. Maybe we'll just see where the rabbit hole goes.
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