The year is 2025.
It is frankly unbelievable that a bar called “The Pit” is not caked with beer stains and cigarette ashes.
Does anybody truly believe that we’re accelerating the most particles as fast as we possibly can?
I recoiled and — looking around me — carefully placed the container in the compost bin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of UBC’s sustainability enforcers whisper something into his lapel.