And dirt. Still with the dirt, a component the futurists of the last century, from fantasists to town planners always imagined would somehow be magicked away, like the stain-resistant fabric devised by Alec Guinness’s boffin in the Ealing comedy The Man In The White Suit. They assumed that at some point a clean break would literally be made between now and Years To Come, that absolute hygiene would be a given, that the gleaming, curvaceous, chrome-plated new world would bear absolutely no traces of the old world, or of waste products. It’s a fallacy perpetuated in the flyless trousers of the Star Trek crew to the idyllic blueprints of Sixties towerblocks with their whitewashed and convenient underpasses. Neither factored piss into their equations.

from MungBeing Magazine The Postmodern Paleo-Future by Matt Novak I started the Paleo-Future blog (“a look into the future that never was”) in January of 2007 to examine the ways that those in the past envisioned the future. I have since become well acquainted with the many promises of generations past. Clean energy, robotic servants […]