They had told me that the truth was relative. That information had to be standardized, distributed, updated and controlled.
They told me that staticness of printed words was causing all disasters. That we cannot trust the books.
They told me, that only from the ashes of the old, the brightness would arise. A new world where misery was forbidden, a world described, controlled and operated remotely through computer connectivity to our individual receptacles.
Yet hidden deep inside my pockets I feel the printed matter that I’ve kept:
Sears catalog from nineteen ninety seven, showing that once we had a choice.
This week I saw burning books, somehow I’m starting to be very inspired to write about a dystopian world we might enter, and yes this one was inspired by Ray Bradbury (how cold i deny that ?).
Friday Fictioneers is a blogging community who write 100 word stories every week under the excellent leadership of Rochelle, whose birthday we celebrate tomorrow.
September 3, 2014