2070 SonoFuturism

So... This is it.

All those movies.

All those predictions.

All those people asking

what the future would look like.

Welcome

to 2070.

City knows your name

Before you walk inside,

Morning shows up waiting

Before you open your eyes.

Nobody turns a key.

Nobody waits in line.

Everything knows where you're going— Sometimes before you decide.

The impossible got ordinary.

The miracle got cheap.

We taught the world to think— Then wondered if it sleeps.

You wanted faster. You wanted more.

You wanted every locked thing

To open every door.

Well—

Careful what you call forward.

Welcome to 2070! (yeah) Nothing stays impossible long.

Yesterday's science fiction

Is today's background noise.

Everything got smarter.

Everything transformed.

You wanted the future?

CAREFUL WHAT YOU CALL FORWARD.

Machines make paintings.

Rooms change shape.

A voice that never lived

Can remember your face.

Distance became nothing.

Silence became rare.

Everybody's connected— Nobody knows who's there.

And somewhere in the middle Of all this perfect design,

An old man finds a piano And plays it out of time.

Funny. That's what stops the room.

We conquered inconvenience.

Automated doubt.

Built machines to answer

Before questions came out.

Maybe this is progress.

Maybe something more.

Maybe we're still the same damn people— WITH BETTER FUCKING TOYS.

Someone asks:

“Is this what they imagined?”

No.

It never is.

WELCOME TO 2070!

Let the old piano run!

Let tomorrow answer back With sounds that haven't been invented yet!

Let the violins bend!

Let the whole rhythm transform!

Forty-four years of tomorrow— AND WE STILL DON'T KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOING!

You wanted the future!

Well, look around! The strangest thing about tomorrow— IS HOW NORMAL IT

SOUNDS!

Same instrument. Same twelve notes.

Welcome to 2070.