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When Rabbit said, ‘Honey or condensed milk with your bread?’ [Pooh] was so excited that he said, ‘Both,’ and then, so as not to seem greedy, he added, ‘But don’t bother about the bread, please.’

Winnie-the-Pooh by E.E. Milne (1926).

Now I’m avant-garde. Now I run into a field, charging, yelling. I’m followed, I assume, by hordes of smart, good-looking people, who take their clues from me, hordes smiling, hordes laughing, hordes shouting “he’s right!” … following. But nobody’s following. Now I’m alone, running in circles, just me whooping by myself. I’ve taken my shirt off, swinging it over my head, joyfully ecstatic. In my head I can hear the call-and-response, echo of a song I once heard:

ME: [enthusiastically] C’mon everybody, we’re doing it! THE IMAGINED HORDES: [with equal enthusiasm] Doing what?! ME: The thing!!!

…

Now I look back, at futures past.

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Shot on iPhone 3G, then run through a filter in the early version of some photo sharing app. (The iPhone 3G was manufactured, and worked, sometime between 2008 and 2010.) Photo: Martin Høyem

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