Starry-Eyed

By Andrea Panaligan

The stark difference between what we fantasize the future to be then and now is something that fascinates me endlessly. What used to be romantic conceptions of flying cars and space exploration have been replaced with something more pessimistic; neon noir, cityscapes that are grittier, smoggier. Our parents imagined the world of Robert Zemeckis' Back to the Future; we imagine Ridley Scott's Blade Runner.

That's so interesting, because it proves that how a generation imagines the world years from now actually says more about their present than their future. Our chronic hopelessness manifests in the deformation and decay we see in our days ahead.

But we still don't have flying cars. We still have the rest of the ever-expanding universe to explore. We still have days ahead--a future. Sometimes we dread it so much we forget to live it. Go live it.