In the year 2150, the ancient city of Sparta—long overshadowed by its legendary history—has re-emerged as one of Europe’s most celebrated eco-cities; Nova Sparti. The transformation began in the late 21st century, when declining population, agricultural stress, and climate change pushed the region to reinvent itself.

What if the best way to imagine the future of a city wasn’t spreadsheets or masterplans… but novels? That’s the idea behind the Literary Method of Urban Design, a creative approach that uses fiction to explore how real cities might evolve in the decades ahead. Instead of relying on data projections, it taps into the power of stories—those strange places where imagination, emotion, and social truth mix together.

In this vision of futuristic Genoa, the city has evolved into a retrofuturist maritime utopia, where nostalgia for the Age of Sail fuses seamlessly with advanced environmental technology.

Living in a dense city like Puerto La Cruz, Venezuela, often means facing limited space, high stress, and a hectic daily routine. One surprisingly practical way to reclaim a sense of control, reduce stress, and even improve your home environment is by cultivating small plants, including pot plants.

Bolzano's snowy winters return

By 2099, Goslar, Germany—nestled in the Harz mountains—will have transformed from a quaint medieval town into a visionary beacon of ecological justice and democratic innovation.

Bariloche, nestled in Argentina’s Lake District against the snow-capped Andes, is already a postcard-perfect place. But what if this charming Patagonian town became more than just a tourist stop? What if Bariloche embraced its natural surroundings not just for scenery, but as a foundation for a radical green economy and society—a truly regenerative, eco-friendly town of the future?

Reno, Nevada, in the year 2121.

The future of India's urban rivers

Crinan’s canal, once a background for selfie-snapping tourists, had become a working waterway of joy and justice. And as the sunsets blazed over the Argyll hills, the sound of laughter and oar strokes echoed along the water once more—not the drone of diesel engines