“Dear Future Generations: Please Accept Our Apologies. We Were Rolling Drunk On Petroleum.”

If I could only write one letter to the future, it would be an apologetic letter.

It’d go something like…

Dear future generations: Please accept our apologies. We were rolling drunk on petroleum.

We didn’t forsee where our narcissism would take us, forgive us. We didn’t forsee where the beliefs we’d kill for, and did, would take us; forgive us. We didn’t forsee where our apathy would take us, forgive us. We didn’t forsee where our need for constant satisfaction would take us, forgive us. And we for damn sure didn’t see where our self-inflicted ignorance would take us, forgive us.

Aaaah, who knows, maybe in the future it’ll help them understand how we could have been so stupid. And maybe, just maybe, let them know that they weren’t the only ones crying for the state of their society.

Falsely yours,
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.