all this dystopia stuff has got to be on its way out. it’s just so dreary being so dreary. what’s next? the next big or small thing? i’m thinking “blisstopia”. stay tuned this spring or summer or someday for Epic Fail Book Two: Prisoners of Perfection. It’s not your daddy’s utopia, oh no, and it ain’t your kids’ dystopia neither. It’s something that’s none of those things.
true, there’s the element of “hope” in dystopias, a new beginning, a chance to start all over, never mind that we just conveniently eliminated billions of people in order to do so. it’s quite a leap, a disconnect from the very real quasi-apocalypses we know and face down here on earth, where there are a lot of survivors who are very miserable for quite a long time, and throw in the bureaucratic mess on top of all that (e.g. hurricane Katrina, the Haiti earthquake, Christchurch NZ). that starting all over again thing is a little less glamorous for those boots on the ground.