Our future seems so fictional. We talk about sailing but it circles so far outside our current reality that it might as well be a movie we're going to see.
Sometimes I try to pull it closer, but that has its own pitfalls. If I start placing myself inside the movie, imagining the warm, clear water, the palm trees, the tradewinds, it becomes maddening.
But the fictional version lacks motivation, spark, a certain je ne sais quoi.
There we are in-between again. In between the real and the imaginary, the truth and the fiction, today and the future.
Sometimes I try to pull it closer, but that has its own pitfalls. If I start placing myself inside the movie, imagining the warm, clear water, the palm trees, the tradewinds, it becomes maddening.
But the fictional version lacks motivation, spark, a certain je ne sais quoi.
There we are in-between again. In between the real and the imaginary, the truth and the fiction, today and the future.
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