The future we live in isn’t so far removed from the dystopian visions of Ray Bradbury or Aldous Huxley. And yet we hardly notice, day to day. That’s what makes them wonderful. Orwell’s 1984 is so obviously horrible to everyone in it and reading that it can be dismissed in ways that the consensual dystopia can’t…
It is thanks to Ray Bradbury that I understand this world I grew into for what it is: a dystopian future. And it is thanks to him that we know how to conduct ourselves in such a world: arm yourself with books. Assassinate your television. Go for walks, and talk with your neighbors. Cherish beauty; defend it with your life. Become a Martian.