Until The Water
We are somewhat powerless over what has happened to us. We’re enthralled by the anestesizning spin of the slot machine and deserving of compassion for our terrible human weakness. Will the next generation understand us well enough to forgive us? They won’t blame the Boomers for the Genocides we didn’t end.
Or maybe I’m not understanding them well enough. Maybe they won’t hold us responsible at all, because responsibility will be such an old fashioned notion. Maybe Agency will be only the name of their AI app.
Maybe they’ll be unable to guess that we once had other options? Perhaps, the endless scroll until the water runs out will simply be understood as the natural and only possible contents of a life.