A LETTER TO ME IN 2066.

HI, SO, HOW ARE YOU?

ARE YOU (AKA: WE) STILL ALIVE? IS NEW YORK UNDERWATER?

DO PEOPLE STILL EAT MEAT? HAVE HUMANS STOPPED KILLING EACH OTHER AND DESTROYING THEIR HOME?

WELL, HERE’S HOPING. WHAT ADVICE WOULD YOU GIVE ME,
AS I WRITE THIS, FIFTY YEARS AGO?

I’M ASSUMING SOMETHING LIKE “DON’T BUY COASTAL REAL ESTATE.” AND “FLOSS AND DO YOGA.” ?

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS. DOES IT STILL RAIN IN CALIFORNIA?

I HOPE THAT I TREATED YOU/US WELL. I KNOW I’VE TRIED TO. AS I’VE AGED I’VE INCREASINGLY SEEN THE CUMULATIVE EFFECTS OF ACTIONS AND CHOICES. SO I’VE TRIED TO BE GOOD TO US. I HOPE THAT THEY HAVEN’T THAT ORGANIC FOOD AND HIKING ARE CARCINOGENS. THAT WOULD BE IRONIC. WELL, I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY.

I HOPE THAT THERE ARE STILL FORESTS. I HOPE THAT TRUMP WAS NEVER ELECTED PRESIDENT. I HOPE, THAT HUMANS HAVE GROWN UP AND LEARNED HOW TO STOP KILLING THEMSELVES, ANIMALS, AND THE ONLY HOME WE’VE EVER HAD.

LOVE, MOBY

P.S ARE WE STILL BALD?