It seems to be black and white. The future. The world. And sometimes more black than white. But the garden will bloom again, and the walls will turn green. But what about me? What is my future in this world? So many possibilities. One has to make choices all the time. We wander through the garden and discuss life.We’re not going to build a villa like this, and we probably won’t have a garden like this. We’ll be lucky to get a small apartment in our lifetime. No view. Maybe in the basement. But we’ll have a place to live, right? The younger generation wants everything, ideally now. Yeah, that’s us. Me. But I don’t feel like it. We live in strange little boxes that we carry in our hands and in our pockets. We’re constantly figuring out what will be and learning what was. But what now? …