My Utopia – Part II
I sit at my computer, powered by the solar panels on the roof. In my inbox, only three new messages. Oh joy.
I go out in search of lunch. A few blocks away, a farmers market sells produce grown in fields, greenhouses, on vertical walls, and in water. I recognize some neighbors. No one is looking at their phone.
I don’t have to rush in this steady-state economy. No need to constantly perform to feed the capitalist machine. Time has become elastic and wealth supports communities instead of crushing them.
I think: Huh, this is what happiness feels like.