When the Sky Still Had a Job

I remember a daily life where smoke was called progress and distance was mistaken for freedom, even when it quietly eroded the horizon.
Back then, systems reacted after damage appeared, and responsibility rose only as high as the chimney allowed.
In 2049, daily life no longer externalises its consequences, because intelligence intervenes before waste becomes visible.
I live in a time where the sky is no longer a buffer for human habits, but a signal that nothing unresolved is allowed to drift away.

Rethinka / 2049