It is 2028.
There was no revolution. You are stuck in a job that pays 75% of your life expenses. On the weekends, you write essays for lazy exchange students.
You do not remember what it was like to not spend most of your entire check on rent.
But at least, when you get home, before you collapse into your shitty foam rectangle on the floor near the window, you get to browse memes.
"Ha," you rasp, scrolling past with lightning fast fingers on your cracked screen. "Ha. Ha."
There are so, so many layers to them. All of them, cascading off each other, on so many levels of irony, all flowing into a seamless peak of humor.
And you understand them all.
you’ve figured it out!
