It was the year 2136…

It was the year 2136. I was 157. It was the same old story though. I didn’t feel like going to work. But I did.

It was the year 2136.
The world was free from conflicts
because decisions were now made
by a thinking brigade
who had finally abolished politics

It was the year 2136 and a lot of things were complex. Yet, if I took a moment to dwell on nature. Things became clear.

It was the year 2136.
Bombs were going off
left

right

and centre.

The world an adult playground
ending in tears over and over again.

It was the year 2136. A monster made of plastic bags rose from the sea. It planned to suffocate the world. But it already had.

It was the year 2136 and the quadrennial culling of celebrities. Only the truly gifted remained and the rest were disposed of. Quality not quantity.

It was the year 2136. I was in daydreamer mode, drifting on the bareknuckle drumbeat of boredom: a drop of water soon to be caught.