100 Years Project Anthology

grandchildren, and generations of the to-be. They would read the
things I had written and rationalise these troubles, better than I did.
Evidence that I was there, I witnessed all of it. I saw people
hurting each other, despite their shared lives, as humans. These
sufferings were wrong, but that was all I knew.
The sky-high car-flying humans of the to-be might
understand these happenings. They could form opinions and find
conclusions that I never could. Would they find sense in this reckless
world?
This writing could enable their understanding of the past.
The future could be within my hands, and for a child, that was a
wonderful thought. My words could be the explosion.
It matters that I was there.