Living in this densely populated city where everyone aims to have a semblance of the American dream (lawns), means you have to memorize all of your neighbor’s gardener schedules so you can know exactly when you must shut your windows to avoid the entropic forces of dust blowers. Living in this densely populated city also means you are often intrenched in the fascinating world of technology and creativity, combined … where everyone’s like, “The future? That was so last week” or “My untitled project in development IS the next big thing” (and sometimes they are right). Today, while rushing frantically shutting every window in the house, because a gardner decided to come a day early and to blow dirt in them, I imagined a serene world where Tupac’s smooth- bodied, tatted hologram would run to all of my windows for me while motorized cranks would sync to his motions … as he’d shout thug-like obscenities to the gardeners below.
Who better than lawns, this is the American dream; maybe sooner than later.
*This collection of complex (and run-on sentences) was brought to you by my tax-time procrastination.