In my free time, I usually do time travel - most often to the future, but now I went a couple of centuries ago - to the Middle Ages.
On the way, it seemed to me that gloomy pictures, the Holy Inquisition and a bonfire for a penchant for the exact sciences would meet me.
But in fact, everything turned out to be pretty. Even romantic. The residents took care. Old town on the coast, narrow streets and Venetian architecture. Nice little houses with flowers interspersed with dilapidated walls of very old buildings. If you clean out and leave only the best - will the essence remain? Or is it all these rough edges that create the mood?
It remains to wander the streets, knowing that all this is just scenery, skillfully placed theatrical props, and people play their roles.
If travel to the past is available, it is only as a fiction, a game.
They simply do not get along with the consciousness of a real person. In his picture, the world already exists in a different way.
Therefore, the past is not perceived either. There is no more mood in him, no way of life, no society, no soul. All this can be found only in the future. There are hopes, expectations, dreams. And I watch again technological metropolis with a streamlined architecture, and somewhere in the shade of the trees of the eco-office, I create intelligent machines on a virtual board. When did this picture become so familiar?
