Ah, old stories. From a different time. Dreaming of the basic assumption of a common, shared experience, of everything relating back to the group, the individua

Ah, old stories. From a different time. Dreaming of the basic assumption of a common, shared experience, of everything relating back to the group, the individual justifying himself to others. Everyone that exists in this place counts. You give and get in return. That's the world I believed in before the internet, before smartphones. The people sitting with you on the train, those could be protagonists of my very own Norwegian Folktale. All of it in stark contrast to today's individualism, where, surprisingly, people are not selfish or cold, but still have boundaries; primarily it's not about the group, it's about yourself. Maybe we can relate. Maybe I can give, but I don't have to. Maybe I get something in return but it would be foolish to rely on it. Instead, why don't I try and go alone, use the modern tools and reach heights impossible in an earlier age. No one in the collective is holding me back. Took me a while to adapt....