The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
Nobody wants a city on Mars. Nobody wants AI in every app. Nobody wants a robot butler. Nobody wants data centers everywhere. Nobody wants flying cars or humanoid robots. We want clean water, we want bees to survive, and we want a habitable planet.
Es una locura las cosas que ni siquiera nos damos cuenta que no tenemos por culpa del racismo, nunca ni siquiera pensé en el hecho de que NUNCA había visto un feto negro ilustrado y ahora que lo estoy viendo, me acaba de volar la cabeza