Written by “What happens to us in the future? Do we become assholes or something?”
– Marty McFly, “Back To The Future” (1985)
You know, looking back from nearly the age of flying DeLoreans, rejuvenation clinics, hoverboards and abolished lawyers, the distant past of the mid-1980s in some ways seems a touch more real than the society of confused ambiguities that we all inhabit in 2012. Some of that is age, I’m sure. At 40, you appreciate the spins and twists and muddled middles of life considerably more than you do at 15, or even 30. You learn to fight them less. You start learning to let go. At some point you realize that what you cling to the most are often little more than convenient fictions.