10.02.25: Archaeologists

Sometimes I wonder what future archaeologists will think of our cities. They’ll dig up tangled cords, cracked iPhones, maybe a billion Starbucks cups. They’ll reconstruct our lives from the trash we couldn’t recycle. Imagine them holding a selfie stick, puzzled, wondering if it was ceremonial. Or staring at Funko Pops like they were fertility idols. In a way, we’re already curating our ruins. Every broken charger, every fast-food wrapper, every cheap plastic trinket—it’s all evidence. The legacy we leave might not be skyscrapers or art. It might just be junk. Honestly, that’s kind of fitting.