I have seen the future, and it is soggy.
It was summer 2017 and my cousin and I were hiding out from the oppressive New York City heat in the air-conditioned lounge of the newly opened One Brooklyn Bridge Hotel. The place was brand new; a mostly undiscovered hidden gem at the edge of Brooklyn Bridge park. The lounge had a living wall creeping with ivy and greens, and furniture made of cork and wicker. It was the height of hipster.