If I am lucky, and there is no Armageddon, no terminal illness to cut my life short, I should make it to 2058. I’m wondering what the next forty years have in store. Not excited, not sad, not…well, not sure how I’m supposed to feel.
If I am lucky, and there is no Armageddon, no terminal illness to cut my life short, I should make it to 2058. I’m wondering what the next forty years have in store. Not excited, not sad, not…well, not sure how I’m supposed to feel.