“The artist cannot get along without a public; and when the public is absent, what does he do? He invents it, and turning his back on his age, he looks toward the future for what the present denies.” Andre Gide.
Future fans, I salute you! Future critics of my book, I can’t wait to despise you! Future wife (whoever/wherever you are), I send love and kisses. Future children, I offer my condolences for having to live in such a backward country. Future generations of roaches in my apartment, watch out –your reign will be short-lived!