A dream from June 20th, 2026

I stand on a flat, high-altitude plain scattered with rocks of various sizes, sparse grass and wildflowers filling the cracks between them. The uninterrupted line of dirt and smaller stones stretching before and behind me gives the impression that this place has rarely seen bipedal life—or, if it has, it is during a time when it looks nothing like it does today. Maybe it is the foggy air that…