Crypts of Time
I’m always intrigued by old churches and the graves within them. Graves that contain the remains of people who died centuries ago, people who could afford their final resting place within the safe confines of the church.
Some of these individuals were significant enough that the church now displays details about their lives and accomplishments. I wonder if these people could have ever imagined tourists walking over their crypts hundreds of years later, reading about lives they themselves likely considered ordinary. But history decided otherwise.
It makes you think: what will people in the future read and learn about us? Unless time travel to the future somehow becomes real, we’ll never know. We can only wonder.
Maybe they’ll shake their heads at the wars currently raging in the world. Or will those wars seem trivial compared to the conflicts they face in their time?
Perhaps they’ll read about the short-lived rise of AI, which was soon restricted by rules before it could lead to disaster. Or maybe they’ll look back nostalgically on a time when people were still free from the dominance of machines, longing for an age not yet overtaken by technology.
Or perhaps nothing much will change. The climate may have warmed, and snowy winters might be a thing of the past, but life could go on as usual, without any dramatic revolutions.
The people in those graves had their time. We have ours now, and in the future, others will have theirs.
And the world keeps on turning.