The future is going to be boring. The suburbanisation of the planet will continue, and the suburbanisation of the soul will follow soon after.
“I see little alteration at Lyons since I formerly passed through it. Its manufactories are, nevertheless, flourishing, though less improvement than could be expected is visible in the external aspect of the place.”
“My work is being destroyed almost as soon as it is printed. One day it is being read; the next day someone's wrapping fish in it.”