An atmospheric CO2 level of 280ppm

The USSR is probably the single most correct answer.

Disco

That feeling I felt sitting in my cousin’s basement in June of 1996 playing Super Mario 64 for the first time.

Affordable housing. I want to get a fucking life already.

millions-strong flocks of passenger pigeons or the fabled North American parrots or American (western) camels or sabertooth cats or american lions or John Brown

StumbleUpon

Life before cell phones

Bionicles

Solidarity

backstreet

I’m bringin sexy back

Serious: my healthy brain, or at least, a brain that appeared to function more similar to a healthy one Only a little less serious: Packet radio. I was not alive for its heyday, but I wish I could play more with it now.

A fractured world with different places and ways of being

I want to be able to be born into a small society, grow up with travelers talking about how down the coast there are people that don’t live exactly like we do, and they have different values and habits and customs and how that’s cool. I want the option to leave my current group and go join that one, and live the way they live and integrate to their society.

Just reading a David Graeber co-authored book where he talks about the Pacific coast of North America pre-european contact. There were vastly different economies and social structures all along the coast, the economy of the southern portion of the coast was very different from the economy of the northern portion.

You had these absolutely huge gulfs in how a society and economy was put together, often in remarkably small geographic areas, and the social freedom to travel between them and be treated well. We don’t even truly understand how much we’ve lost. Like, we all just settled on capitalism (violently and not voluntarily) and gave up the sheer variability of expression and experimentation. The End of History.