Stranger than fiction to me is the experience of generations who'll have less opportunity, less wealth, less of whatever makes life good, and progressively goin

Stranger than fiction to me is the experience of generations who'll have less opportunity, less wealth, less of whatever makes life good, and progressively going down the ladder. There's much ink spilled on civil rights and people who fight to gain opportunity, acceptance into society, good educations, employment and leadership. And perhaps it's not so easy for the privilged folk to accept displacement or disenfranchisement in favor of in-groups. Because if equity and justice are done, every winner is balanced by a loser, because you cannot magically grow an economy to expand rights and include everyone, even with stable resources and game hasn't changed. It didn't escape my notice that there were murmurings of fleeing the city, prepping for disaster, going full granola and off the grid and kiss this world goodbye soon. Are we in the Matrix? Mom's basement with a kitkat bar? Are all the birds replaced by machines? I've been studying a bit of philosophy and history and seeing threads that just can't be denied, where the struggle for power and privilege is claiming casualties as abortion, addiction, mental illness, homelessness and unemployment. It seems absurd to propose that we're a society enslaved by machines, or Life Liberty & the Pursuit of Happiness aren't as equitable as we'd hoped. But I am taking sick and perverse pleasures in simply hand-decorating Thank-You notes with a fistful of magic markers, and folding up paper and doing other things in meatspace, things that were unthinkable when my hands were welded to the Super NES controls or Type M Keyboard.