Dawn.Day.Dusk

JUST LIKE food, money, education, and even love, technology selects where it goes, how far it reaches, whom it finds. There will always be those with so much of it that they cannot escape it, its conformity, its rules. But, there will also be those who have so little of it, they can choose what little of it they need and how to use it. With this choice comes a freedom of expression such as most of the western world hasn’t seen, and may never see again.

At a time in the future, the more remote and ethnic regions of our planet still have this rare mix of the past and the present sharing one body, one room, one house. Unfortunately for them at this moment, two planets careen towards each other at frightening speeds. Because one of the planets is our own, there is, according to all the experts, categorically, no hope. That sort of information does tend to reach everyone. So after an initial period of frantic panic to find escape, meaning, or numbness, the characters are doing what I imagine many of us might if we knew with certainty that the end was close: staring at the most beautiful thing we have and shall ever see in the sky, sharing a dawn together, or, as we would any day, taking a good bath.

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