I’ve been thinking about the time and effort that goes on to create a dystopia. I mean, who doesn’t want to read about the end of the world and have the privilege of getting up for a hot cup of coffee or dinner afterwards? Science fiction, contemporary literature abounds with them. World building, it’s called. But 90 miles south of Florida, a little dictator has created a dystopia the rest of the world calls Cuba. Think of the contrast: one of the Caribbean’s most beautiful islands containing so much human misery.
And it’s real world, not a world built from imagination.