I'm drinking a Inca Kola and thinking about the future of Locals.
Woudln't it be cool if one day, a bunch of kids woke up in a small town, and they found out that all these little characters had suddenly, mysteriously, popped up all over town?
What would they do if they found out that they could go to some of these places---bookstores, ice cream shops, nature trails, the library, diners, parks, gas stations, convenience stores, thrift shops, old buildings that they always passed by but hadn't ever come to take a look at---and they could find cards that let them interact with these characters. And through these cards, with these characters, some of them would discover a potential future. A middle through-line where technology, the Internet, main street, small towns, nature, them, all of it, came together and maybe just for a little bit, it looked like there was a shape to it. Like it was going somewhere---at least like it actually could.
These cards could spread. Become a kind of game good. A real genuine treasure you could find anywhere you went, after a while. One that you could use to get a discount on a soda, and still keep with you. You could even have a favorite.
The hidden frontier is out there, man, It's frickin' out there. It's all around. We're in it. Wwe've never not been. As a kid you know that---you know that fantasy and reality are just words separating two different emotions, not states of being, not facts. Just two things you can experience, somtimes at once.
Those moronic coroporate goons think they've unlocked something. They think they know exactly where the world is going. Maybe they're right. I don't know. They did just invent the bus. Maybe that makes them a lot smarter than anyone, they did it in record time. Maybe it makes them a lot dumber. Cause they could've made the bus better instead of just making it for their own butts.
It's the End of History kiddos, the deepwater swell of the back of the wave that's rushing towards the shore of a new time. Goodness gracious me I forget my surfboard, guess I'll just have to use my sparkling personality.
Believe in your locals, kids. Believe in each other. You'll find much more than you will anywhere else. Cause when the wave crashes, I promise, it will be the kind of beauty that painfully births stars.
See ya on the frontier. Bring s'mores!