Another entry from the rather strange blog set in 2049 (sorry I’ve missed a few days). If you want to read this on a daily basis I suggest that you go direct to www.p40y.com….

“Spent the morning playing in the Softparkâ„¢ with Julie. No dramas although I did receive a platinum pmail in the afternoon from an organization that claimed to own the patent for “pushing a child to and fro on a seat attached by two or more chains, wires or ropes linked to a horizontal cross-member.” It looked like phone spam but its reliability rating made me think it could be for real so I passed it on to Jim.

The sea is unusually warm so I went for an early evening swim. It was lovely except for the trillions of tiny mirrors floating around in giant swarms. I know these are for the good of the planet but they don’t taste very nice when you get them in your mouth.

Had an interesting thought over dinner: If the human brain can remember and re-experience the past why can’t it pre-experience the future? I’m not even sure what this means but it made perfect sense at the time. Meaningless scribble. Can I really keep writing this stupid diary for another 363 days? I’m running out of things to say to myself already. Still, as the late, great Brian Eno once said of his own diary many years ago, anyone reading this will at least know a lot about the month of January.”