a friend of mine, a graffiti artist, fell off a drainpipe this week and broke both his legs, not despoiling the property of hardworking tax payers, but trying to go home to bed without any keys, wearing slippery shoes not suitable for scaling buildings.
this isn't a morality tale, there is no come uppance coming, it just started me thinking about the messages we leave, who we are leaving them for, and how civilisations are remembered by the messages left for perpituity, as much as the artifacts left behind by the day to day means of existence.
no, this isn't a cue to slide off down the 'we're all doomed' ladder, we maybe brutal, selfish and vain in equal measure, but someone somewhere will no doubt be clinging to this rock as the sun goes cold in the sky, whatever natural or man-made calamities befall us on the way there and it is quite a way.
but what will future people, discover from the burgeoning media we are piling up ready for archeologists of tomorrow.
maybe that our lives were largely made up of mundane, but necesssary grind, as i'm sure theirs will be, those flying cars aren't going to be cheap you know, but possibly that these were fat times, easy times, plenty of fuel, plenty of space, breathable air, drinkable water, some of it still in rivers, and leisure time, lots of leisure time.
or could humans, a few millennia down the line, see us as comically primitive, struggling to get by with clunky technology, and a barely functional short-sighted vision of the future we wanted to arrive in.
i don't have any answers, i'm not a politician or economist, but somehow i think it maybe the former.
lucky b*rstards us.