When I was young, 2020 was far away. A distant future that will arrive some day. What amuses me is that 2020 is almost here, With none of the futuristic things expected of this year. I was expecting to travel in flying cars everyday. Zipping and zooming through a clear airway. And yet here I am stuck in traffic as I write this. Weaving between potholes, that resemble an abyss. I imagined we would be no longer eating solid food. We would be swallowing only food substitute pills for good. I was thinking about this while gorging on a huge dinner, The pills better come soon, so we can all be thinner. I remember we thought some of us would stay on Mars, And we could visit each other in space cars. I know Elon Musk says it will happen soon, But for now we're stuck fighting with earthly real estate goons. Science fiction books did predict one of the trends, They said we'll have more robots and less human friends, This one they got partly right, we must ...
A Worm's Eye View..