Monday, April 28, 2025

Flash Fiction 83. Good Morning Class.

Options that I did when I first went to college were post-decondary and work and an apartment and a girlfriend. I was involved in the arts from an early age. I took classes on just about everything. General studies, Kanobi, etc. The Arts were what I drifted through, music film/movies/video to whatever it will be called next in a videogame. When will I play a videogame in space? Or guitar again? I can't lay on my back because the sound would be diffused by the atmosphere. Local music is still a thing to accomplish. Sound is half of film. We've most likely invented TV by now. By now you are probably studying any direction you want anyway. 

A year of health or more...

Sequels...

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2025 and what happens next. 

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Some people study the Apocalypse, I'm more concerned with long term education. 

How does it all come together?  In a museum for all of us?

Does Roseville, MN have an Art gallery/ museum yet?

It should. 

Classic high tech Sanctuary? Buildability and design. How?

$ & the usual. Local community involvement.

I could travel the world and never visit the same place twice. A. It might be a good line for the screenplay.

Architect and engineer? Workers...

Tourism potential?

Repurpose a structure or something else. Consider local buildings and make it sleek. 

A sketch today? ∆ or something on a napkin?

I'm thinking of a cone with a sphere on top. 

Or maybe something from the consideration of THAT: A Plan(et)? 

thatplanet.blogspot.com





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