In the future is an eyeball. In the future is a potato. In the future is a stadium. In the future is an airport. Everything is moving everywhere, and fast, but only in straight lines in the future. Also in the future is space. Things come apart and fit back together so easily in space in the future. I’ve never looked as closely at anyone as I have looked at you in the future. You are a cell there. And did you know I am a cell there too? I am a cell there too. And if you look even further, in the future, a hundred happy families dying together on a tram. In the future there is no beginning. We are too far to see it. We are so small. We sew. We move boxes. We plug things in. We are being impossible.