The Joy of Possibility – Science Fiction

Anybody who knows me realises my passion for Science Fiction. I use the term “science fiction” in a very loose way. I mean, books that offer a vision of alternative futures – books that experiment with constructing different social realities. Sometimes we call it speculative fiction – with magnificent world constructs. It might also, I guess, be escape from the mundane lives we create for ourselves here in the real. How odd that we can conjure beauty from nothing, yet allow ugliness to pervade in the here and now. Do we choose to live in grey cities because we need to remind ourselves of the guilt we carry as a species. Or because we can never actually believe that the future can belong to us in the present?