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  • Writer's pictureAmy Blencoe


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. 


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