What Will Life Really Be Like After The Internet Gets Incinerated?

It was 2015 when I first sketched out my ‘Map Of Britain After The 2029 Technology Crash’. Recently, I gave the sketch to my dad, Mick, and he came up with the infinitely more attractive and detailed version you can see above. 2029 seemed exotically, brain-meltingly far away in 2015 but now it’s no further in the future than the beginning of Covid is in the past. Or, to frame it in a way that seems starker and more brutal to me on a personal level: I have a shirt I bought around five years ago that I still think of as “brand new” and am yet to properly unveil in public. With that in mind, I probably should get onto a few pre-Crash jobs I’ve been putting off: make sure I have the landline numbers of all the friends I want to keep in touch with, finally print hard copies of some of my favourite digital photos and put together an album of them, collate all the home addresses of my Substack subscribers who wish to continue to receive these newsletters in A5 pamphlet form as the analogue 30s take hold. As always, it’s probably later than I think.