My Utopia
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My building has breathable walls. The windows change color like a squid’s skin to prevent heat from coming in during summer and escaping in winter. Out back is the food forest the previous dwellers planted, where I take daily walks and pick whatever is ripe.
I sit at my computer – powered by the solar panels on the roof. I love my new desk. I bought it last week from a company down the road that makes mycelium furniture.
I type the word “utopia”. When I read the definition, I think: Yes, it wasn’t easy but we got there.