We have these memories
that are so different from
the sepia toned memories of our parents
and the black and white memories of their parents
and I can’t help but think
of the memories our children will have-
the pixilated version of their youth
recollected through the vision of what we cannot-
what we dare not-
imagine is to come.
A future that is so different from what we have today,
it looks like our descendants who will be born
one thousand years from now.