Writing about the future isn’t a lazy Sunday stroll in a park — it’s more like navigating a black hole on a unicycle, blindfolded, and playing Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony on a kazoo, all while debating with Siri whether she has feelings or not. We must be wordsmiths and seers, the only difference being our crystal balls are imagination-laden skulls, and our magical incantations are belly-laugh-inducing puns. After all, the future can seem a tad unnerving, and a healthy dose of humor is the perfect antidote for the case of the ‘time-traveling jitters.’