future history
as i already told you,
’twas the year of 2200
and the streets had as many holes as in 2000.
at the exit, near my door,
many ways of transportation were waiting
for me
to take me out
for a walk.
on the streets there were imperial carts
and Ferraries
and flying balloons
and i was taken away by each one of them.
and you, people!,
you no longer existed.
i was driving cars made by no man,
i was riding horses fed by no groom,
i was rising the balloon all by myself.
and i was doing all these things at the same time,
all alone, in the dark old dusty deserted city.
