How would you design the city of the future?
If there was a big bang to start the universe, like any great symphony, there is bound to be one at the end.
Or so thinks the Landlord.
I was unsure what to write for this prompt, and of short spare time with my more frequent visits to my old apartment (this was where I used to live) to keep the Landlord company and perhaps in good spirit.
Differentiating temperatures between the river water and the surrounding air I will each season generate its own early morning fog, thick, billowing, and reluctant to move until it’s burned off by the rising sun.
Similar is the fog that hinders the progression of thoughts in the mind of the Landlord these days, so I bring all the sunshine I can muster and the Moon as well so his days and nights are well lit around me.
After one of the many trips of the moon around the property to drop an asteroid, we head back in to find the Landlord about to load laundry into the machine. He jokingly says “what’s your name again?” And I can see in his eyes that for a moment, he was not really joking.
On our way back from lunch, his mate stopped at the store. While waiting in the car, this prompt crossed my view, and so I asked, “Hey Pop, how would you design the city of the future?” He says, “that’s a good question. I’d say they would all >>makes explosion sound << and will be gone in a blink.” I told him, he’s probably right.
I’m not so sure how I would design the city of the future, however I know it’s going to be without my Pop. And that hurts.
Skuld the Valkyrie - She Who Is Becoming 