It's hot.

The year is 2011.

It's hot.

The golf-shirt that was once loose and breezy now feels thick and itchy.

My legs have fallen asleep.

My table is designed with years worth of graffiti.

I'm distracted.

It's hot.

Did I already say it's hot?

I'm distracted.

"Miss Nicholson, are you paying attention?"

No.

"Yes."

I'm sitting in history class, taught by a boring teacher, from a dull textbook.

"Alright, then read the next paragraph for us please."

I did.

The year is 2020.

It's hot in the sun but cold in the shade.

I've been wearing the same set of pyjamas for a week.

My hair is a mess.

I'm hungry.

Bars are closed. Beaches are closed. Hotels are closed.

Ahh, what I'd give to stay in a hotel while on holiday, after this.

I'm hungry.

My stomach and the world are growling.

...

What was I thinking about again?

Then t dawned on me.

In history, I always wondered what people from those times were thinking. What people from those times, those life-changing times, were feeling.

Scared.

Nervous.

Optimistic.

Depressed.

Anxious.

Uneasy.

Apathetic.

Excited.

Cold.

Sick.

OverwhelmedDrunkSuicidalPetrified.

Hungry.

Hot.

There are chocolates on the pillows in Nazi, Germany

Please leave your shoes by the door before walking into Turkey.

Enjoy your stay in the city of Pripyat.

Wipe your feet before you enter Rwanda.

Hello, and welcome to 2020 Planet Earth...