From: Ffearnie Tankenroll ffearne.tankenroll@gov.england To: Jones Ashport ashyjones@gorble.47923 2197.04.23 — 19:18
Jonesy Bones, As much as I try not to (have a life)
sometimes one creeps up on me.
I’ve been to the sweetest wedding –
Karen and Sedgewick. You don’t
know them. It doesn’t matter.
The important thing is the place
they chose for the reception.
Some mad genius found
an undestroyed section,
a corner really,
of –
you won’t believe this, Jonesy –
an actual Amazon warehouse.
Amazon!
(From our first-year module, Intro
to the Fall of Civilisation.) Instant
crush on the building obviously.
Then we went inside AND IT ALL WORKED!
The buffet came by on the original
conveyer belt. Ancient robots
that used to collect the orders
served the drinks. It was like being
in the heart of the belly of consumerism
back when belly enclosed the whole planet.
But in a sweet way.
Because it was all lit with
fairy lights and candles and
the food was perfect.
I know you hate me for telling you
this, Jonesy, but try not to –
there is a reason:
When I was several drinks in and
catching my breath between dances,
I started to think about the warehouse
in the old times, when the robots were
fetching and packing headphones
and shower heads and everything else
made by machines
then hauled over here on autonomous ships
then delivered by drones.
And I imagined what it would be like
to own something that had never been
touched by another person
and how lonely that must have been. Ff PS Come to London this weekend. You need to get out. |
