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The new world, the world of artificial intelligence, of climate change, of new forms and ways of relating to each other, is on the doorstep of the present.
It is difficult to imagine how those who succeed us will live.
I will surely go with the old world, with its frosty winters and its springs full of butterflies and swallows.
I will go with the old world and well I should, how could I live as a foreigner who stowed away among pixels and megaherzt?
How could I leave the dawns with bird music and the starry nights waiting for the arrival of a comet to hang on it and take me to gather a bouquet of dreams.
I will leave when the time comes with the old world carrying a baggage of memories to settle down somewhere where I feel part of it.