"August 29th 1997 came and went. Nothing much happened. Michael Jackson turned forty. There was no Judgement Day. People went to work as they always do, laughed, complained, watched TV, made love. I wanted to run down the street yelling…to grab them all and say ‘Every day from this day is a gift. Use it well’. Instead, I got drunk.
That was thirty years ago. But the dark future which never came still exists for me, and it always will, like the traces of a dream lingering in the morning light."
