Updated: Jun 14, 2021
The year is 2050; the population has grown tenfold. Masked individuals span apart from one another as the worry drones on: Will there be another pandemic?
Greenspace has diminished under the concrete sheets of isolated dwellings, further encouraging the hostility of the city. I remember when parks were filled with laughter and inspiration, everyone united in happiness and merriment. Now? It is a dissociate society, disconnected from the outside world, only connected through the shields of our computer monitors.
Walking through the city, the world seems bleak with palpable structures twisting like a maze to a mousetrap. High-street shops abandoned with neglect, only to be vandalised by the rebellious youth like an outburst at the world we live in now.