A futurist has a softer side.
His life is his poetry, which appears as a biopic on my writing poetry about your life.
His life then is built around sane choices w/ a sense of a person, even though in a few seconds, I’m in memory* of that person to come. Aw.

That a fact?
Some don’t hear clearly when one’s “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of desire.

* The memory part is mostly vice versa.