imagination differs
Close your eyes and imagine.
Don’t think. Calm, quiet the loudmouth or film strip in your head. Stop twitching your fingers. Breathe. Listen to the world around you, outside of you.
Just imagine.
The year is 2035.
Every wall, ceiling, screen, window, tabletop, door, sidewalk, road, path, camera, microphone, book, class room, train, plane, automobile, bike, scooter, bed, floor, chair, treadmill, phone, keyboard, piece of paper, pencil computes. It all connects to an interconnected network of everything else that computes. All adapting to you and yours. Every step you take, breath you breathe, sound you make, whim you whirl, desire you imply, annoyance you grudge, memory you can’t shake and those you can. Every dream dreamt, loss lost, heart broken, goal smashed, bite chewed, bullet dodged grinds through this network of infinite computation.
Everyone else swims in this computation too.
It is a world fully computing. Fully adapting.
Bank accounts fill and empty. Airplanes go up and down. Lives begin and end. Logged, ledgered, computed, medicated, massaged, optimized, welled, walled, boarded, warded, warmed, warned, alerted, dispersed, dispensed, tokenized, inferenced, splintered, splattered, tittered, tattered.
Breathe. Feel your own heartbeat. Feel your toes, your nose, you finger tips, your fourth ribs. Compute each toes, each elbow, each hip, each lip, and flare your nostril.
Just think.
The year is 2025. And all those things you imagined in 2035 are here in 2025. Just think. Look around you and hear the computation.
Breathe.
The year is 2015. Look at all those screens, buttons, links, alerts, feeds, scrolls, electronic deposits, shows to stream, dreams to journal, type type type, Hey Siri.
Breathe. Beat. See your heart throbbing. Track your steps.
The year is 2005. The door opens and closes. Your friends come online. @ @ @. Where are they? When does their heart beat? is @heartthrobbing2005 a person? An alert comes in. Are you there?
Breathe.
The year is 1995.
The year is 1985.
The year is 1975.
…
The year is 5.
You tally, tabulate, buy, sell, tap, drum, dance, breathe, whistle, scratch scratch scratch scratch, chip, chip, chip, chip. Every surface available to mark and hold, hold and mark. You form shapes with your mouth, push air through your lips, the face across from you grimaces. You agree. You pass the bushel. You get the sandal. You compute. It all computes.
Breathe.
There you are. Here you are. Here is everyone, There is everyone.
Are you richest in 2025? in 2035? in 1435? in 5?
Your heart beats so very quickly now.
You are in the wormhole now. Just imagine. Just imagine how different it will be when you’re not here, but there.
Can you still imagine the difference?
If so, now you are computing. You always could.