february 19th 2088-

class lessons go on everyday but grammar has become insignificant

i like reading the books from before the year 2070

they make more sense with the capitalization and punctuation marks

the world around me today is nothing like what ive read about in the past

its become too mechanical too technological

cars that drive you everywhere while you sit back and watch the raw rotten earth pass by out your window

rooms that change their walls adjusting their scenery at the sound of a command

movies have become more interesting though

at the push of a button you are transferred into the film witnessing the emotions and actions firsthand

its not deniable
things have changed
and maybe not so much for the better

walking down the beach isnt as gentle and serene as my grandmother describes it to be

the ocean breeze is stale and thick from pollution
not like the calming peaceful wind that she speaks of

but she does speak fondly of earth before it was destroyed

she talks hopelessly and wistfully like she misses the place though i cant make sense of why

sometimes i catch her looking at old pictures

her eyes become teary at the sight of the breathtakingly beautiful nature photos


i thought they were fake, or colored sketches

they seemed too alive and pretty to be from this planet

but today she told me she took those pictures

i couldnt believe that gorgeous scenery had been on the other side of the camera lens

that it had been in front of her very eyes before

maybe i understand why she misses that earth so much

maybe i understand why she wishes to be there instead

maybe its because its nothing like my world is now