Avoiding the subject of War

I’m sitting on the beach and reading a book.
Behind me huge speakers pump a weird electronic beat, irish flutes and Indian sitars.
Around me people from various subcultures, neon colored hair, strange and eccentric outfits..

My cell phone informs me I have new mail in the cyber world, and a friend sends me a text message from the middle of the desert.
In the distance, the huge Imax cinema pyramid looms, its giant walls changing color and shape in order to advertise the latest three dimensional films that are screening this evening.

There’s a rave further up along the beach, where people with various body modifications waving phosphorus sticks around in the night air, the green light burning the retinas and causing an illusion of slow-motion. Most of them are taking hallucagenic drugs.

The book I’m reading is Neromancer, and it’s a science fiction novel about a man who surfs in cyberspace, hacking company databases.
It cannot compare to the reality I’m part of now.

I love living in the future.