Dystopian

Tuesday?
Really? Is it? Again?

What if I don't want to write a blog post? What if I want to read a book?

Oh, well. Here are all the things I have done during the last week:
1. Read Dust, the last book of the Wool-series. Not sure if that actually the name of the series, though. But you should definitely read them. They're great.
2. Studied biology, though a lot less than I should have, because the books are stupid, and I had to study the cell from two books at the same time, cause they first talk about cells in the beginning of course 2, and then the same stuff and maybe in a little more depth somewhere in the text in course 5. And that sucked. Because studying from two book literally at the same time is damn difficult. Why can't they just study the cell, and be done with it, and then go on to the next thing?
3. Re-organised my apartment. Since I live alone now, I have one extra room at the moment, and I transferred it into a TV room. So now I kinda have two living rooms, one with a piano and a table, and the other one with two couches and a TV. And then something that's supposed to be a bedroom.
4. Been to a house-warming party.
5. (Almost) read Divergent. I have maybe 60 pages left, and all I want to do right now is get back to it. I also bought the other two books of the series and noticed, that I'm running out of bookshelf again. Or rather that I have to do some re-organising with that too, soon.
Also, I had to go to school for a few of hours on a couple of days.

One thing you may notice here is that the books I've been reading are books that tell about the future of human kind. I also reread The Hunger Games in January, so (ignoring the last two books of The Night's Masque -trilogy I read after HG) right now I'm going through a third dystopian trilogy in a row (I stick by dystopian being a word, even though this thing disagrees with me. It's a word I learned at WFC last year, from authors who write dystopian novels.).

Anyway, I'm reading about societies a few hundred years in the future, (all located in North America; Wool in Georgia and Divergent in Seattle. The Seattle bit I figured out all on my own with the help of GoogleMaps from the street and place names that are said in the book. I'm a little proud.) and that gets me thinking about, well, the possible futures for human. Since WFC in October and a panel I went to see on the topic of this kind of novels, I've started to feel like I want to write a dystopian novel too. But that's not what I wanted to talk about.

What I wanted to talk about, is that reading people's scenarios for the future is interesting. What people have done to the planet in a few hundred years in interesting. What sucks is that the only thing I've got is authors' thoughts about it. They create great futures and great stories, that's not what I'm saying. I love those books.
What I'm saying is that it sucks to die, because I really, really would want to know what the world is like in a hundred years. Or two hundred. Or five. But I won't. I just wouldn't want to miss out on all the knowing there is in the future, and about the future. My curiosity will never be satisfied.

Anyway, imagining the future is fascinating. Reading about a possible future (whether it's in anyway likely or not) is fascinating. Because really, all we have about tomorrow is guesses, and stories of possible tomorrows. We can be fairly certain about a lot of things. But there is nothing at all, that we can know for hundred percent certainty. And that is exciting, and inspiring, and fascinating, and I can't wait to get there.

I'm not entirely sure what my point with all this was. But I really want to get back to my book, and my (well, Veronica Roth's) possible future.

~matu