I had a dream the other night that I was a goldfish.
There I am cruising my bowl, glubbing water and suchlike, when WHAM! The bowl shatters and I’m sent flipping through the air. Stop laughing, that shit was scary! So anyway, I face-plant the carpet see and as I glub my last a notion strikes me: this dream may not be as far-fetched as it seems.
I mean think about it.
We live our lives through our various trinkets of technology: computers, tablets, phones, sat-navs, you name it. Our worlds are getting smaller. Our lives are becoming insular. Mark my words, it won’t be long before we’re all circling our own little fish bowls, viewing the world with a skewed perception of what’s real. And let me ask you this, what will you do if your cyber-bowl smashes like the one in my dream?