a daydream of a time in the future, perhaps - Lemmy.World

in my daydreams, I want to live in a busy, busy city, five hundred stories up watching the traffic from my window darting between the buildings above and below the plaza level where kids run and shopping gets done in a calm and overcast warm day the holograms splashed over the buildings with every vibrant color, no advertisements but art and music and wonder and beauty and along through all this bustle with the a-note of the flying vehicles gliding by peacefully amongst this grandeur i am at my window, taking it all in looking up from my book, pen down from my wooden chair i rise my room as bright as outside and my whole residence is perched on the loft of a tea shop greenery in every corner and the customers come in stressed out, in the fashions of the day chasing that trend they can never really find and they drink good tea, real tea, in this sincere place with plants and flowers in every nook and cranny the trick to this wondrous magic is that the tea is always grown by hand with real sunlight and real soil by real hands doing real work and none of it is replicated and created and before the customers whoosh off heading to their next meeting or their next job they take an hour with me, and they sip forgetting that they’re a half-mile up and they walked on a holo-bridge to get here for maybe just a moment i bring them peace perhaps this is the only part of their life done in the style of the old ways and it’s good hard work being a tea witch in the present day