This is enough I thought; with pandemic police brutality, imploding economy and nothing more to binge on Netflix.
How can this be worse?
I jumped on the next Portapod® for Tralfamadore.
Of course, I knew about their proboscopes® and tickle-inquisition. But I would learn about our future.
The Tralfamadorians always told me tidbits about what will happen next, and I hoped to get some pleasant news.
I was wrong; I learned about the Annihilatians.
They look like bunnies but are not benign nor curious.
They don’t want to rule; they are only cruel.
Happy annus horribilis. We have 204 days left.
OK, I am not the only one seeing a strange spaceship and thought about Billy Pilgrim and his connection to Trafalmadore. Sometimes know about our future is worse than living in the present.
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June 10, 2020