The year...what year is it again? I must have forgotten. Oh, yes. It's currently 2018 I believe. Sometime in September, perhaps October. Who knows anymore? No one really moves fast these days, so time is a novelty.
Ever since the oil explosion, people really have stopped caring. The streets remain mostly empty of cars. Bicycles rule the roads. People are a lot more carefree and whimsical.
For those that still need gas, they are forced to pay over thirty dollars a gallon. Even when the cars are mostly electric, a scant few gallons can eat up one's paycheck. People have even quit their high-paying office jobs to work on their own farms or local shops. People take their time. It's actually not that bad.
Who am I? Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse my rudeness. I am Quinn. What? That's an odd name? Well, I'm sure you're name would be odd to me if I knew it. Generational names do in fact change.
No one really knows what to do with themselves now. Even the internet is almost non-existent. Oh