Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

Everybody wears cute skirts.

Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

Men, in our era, are very much like women were, in yours. Women are even better.

Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

We do not understand why you liked automobiles.

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Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

Telling someone you love them is not seen as a failing, not any more.

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Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

Sometimes we get messages from the twenty-ninth century. They really messed things up in that century.

Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

Our default mode is: love.

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Post from the Twenty-Fifth Century

Love is not an abstract concept for us. We hold love.

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Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

We do not understand why so many of you spent so much time doing other things when you could have been reading.

Posts from the Twenty-Fifth Century

We eat less and kiss more.

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Mother

For a long while after my mother died, all I could imagine when I thought of her was an anger, a bitter sorrow - as if she were furious with me. Then my daughter had a dream about her, even though she barely knew who she was, and in the dream my mother was giving my daughter chocolate buttons - she would have. Now she’s in my dreams sometimes and when I think about her, I can almost sense something like pride. Almost.

She was born on James Joyce’s birthday.