We are absolutely sure about what's coming next.

I've got a feeling we're about to enter an era of radical forgetting, which will be immediately followed by an equally radical remembering. Like a snake shedding skin, but the skin is all of human history and the snake is… also human history. Or, maybe the snake is a Roomba. It really depends on the day, doesn't it?

The future will be beige. Not necessarily in a visual sense, but in its very essence. Everything will taste vaguely of almond, even the things that shouldn't. You will finally understand the off-brand cereal at your grandparents' house. This is simply how it is.

I know there's a certain pressure to find meaning in all of this, to excavate some profound truth from the digital ether. But, honestly, I’m not convinced meaning is something you find. Maybe it's more like a stray cat. You leave out some tuna, and eventually, it shows up. Or, it doesn't. Either way, you still have tuna.

I think certainty is overrated. The best moments are the ones where you're not entirely sure if you're dreaming or awake, if you're falling upward or downward, if that was a pigeon or a small, rogue drone. That space in between is where the good stuff happens. This could have been a box.

Here’s an accurate prediction: You will think about that one weird email you sent in 2012. Also, you will have a strong urge to reorganize your sock drawer. These things are unavoidable.

I realize this probably hasn't been particularly helpful. You’re likely no closer to understanding anything than you were five minutes ago. But, I hope you enjoyed the tuna.

That's all.