But really, the futuristic thing all started in the 1960's. Wait a minute, maybe not, it was way way before you were born in the 1930s when chivalry was alive and well. Be surprised at how accurate this is. These people were nostradamuses, no joke.
(Wot the heck! cantilever heels! o_O)
As we approach a new decade, the 10's, what distinguishing mark will set it apart from the rest? There's no prediction, or futurism for that matter, just re-creation. That is how colour televisions came about. We call it history, we call it the past, but all of our struggles, mishaps, trials and tribulations really still are concurrent in the present and mapping into future presents. From the beginning of man till now, the fascinating voyage and discovery of new places has had the juice squeezed out it for us technophiliacs to eat in byte sized pieces. We have reached global, cross culture saturation. Forever detreating from single points, we project where we want to be; definitely not here. We get something we lose it. We lose it we want it back, but it can never be found again, as fresh as it used to be. It is now stale and crumbly. The search for a higher plane brings us falling back to the ground. Crawl, repeat. Everywhere our desires renew and morph into something else, they convalesce into an gnarly magmatic mass of blah blah blah, yes! yes! yes!, no no no, hot hot hot, not not not, artistic, fartistic, __Blank__-able, un__Blank__-able. "Look, we like the old and familiar, but surprise me!" Well, panic not, this is the boiling point before sublimation. You know all these trends are gonna implode real soon. This is the tipping point. You got black and white. Now fill in the rest.
-Miss C.
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