50 years ago people probably aussumed the worst about the future of our planet. I think there were even books written called dystopian novels, where authors wrote stories about how distructive our planet and community would become if we don’t take care of it. Well I’m currently living in what they call the future except we didn’t fall apart, we fell into place. We collectivity decided we didn’t want to knowingly poison the planet anymore… shocker I know right? But as what the people of the past did wrong we did right. Instead of talking about how we are distroying our one planet, we took action. Instead of taking down forests and life we build into it. Our buildings help the earth and plants living there while sustaining us humans too. It feels like a utopia, and a utopia is an illusion of perfection. I am starting to see cracks in the porcelain. Life on earth is still delicate but stubborn and I feel that. So much so that the plants seem to react to me differently… I guess I am living the sad reality of one of those silly little dystopian novels they wanted to get rid of.

(Rough draft😂🫣)