For his last installation about the future, I made a 'currency converter' out of an eyelash curler, gum pick, and a flashlight.

October 19th, 2013, 5pm

It was 16.7°C with scattered clouds. The wind was light.

This time it’s a Junk Mail Machine that needs copy, so my imagined future need is: a premium roadway pass so you and your family (in your driverless car) can relax in the safety of the inner traffic lanes, farther from the pillaging that occurs in the congested outer lanes by college graduates crazed with debt and occupying tent cities on the roadway medians and embankments.

With their parents downsizing houses and their childhood bedrooms unavailable, even those dewy graduates least into communal living have been forced to pool their resources and talents. The single bright spot (at the behest of the government, evening news teams no longer do automated helicopter traffic reports - the violence was bad for ratings anyway) is a distributed neofolk cohort of talented singer-songwriters with a loyal and nomadic fan base and the time to refine protest anthems.

Or so it could be.

Julian, David Wade, Allan, Cassie and 3 others said thanks.

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Kristen Taylor

drinker of raw milk, founder/editor of @saucymag, call me @kthread

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