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Ah, senileoldtroll, sensibleoldtroll, maybe not a even a troll at all, so dearly held close to my heart, makes me yearn for simpler times, when people and places were at a walking distance, where public spaces (like the public square? What were the places?) were for convening and meeting people, not standing in line, paying at the cashier, and consuming (the food, the show, the drinks, and/or the scenery).

Maybe I should take the bus just to chat up with old ladies instead of chatting online. Maybe I’ve already done that, and it was real, but superficial. Maybe my coworkers are very real too, and our interactions just as superficial. Or maybe I can confide in fellow young people at the train, yank their phone for their hand and ask “Hey kid, do you want to fuck shit up?” or go straight to the police station, to skip the middle-person of the undercover provocateurs that may entice my attention with promises of “activity and engagement” at the places with the usual suspects.

If only you lived near me senileoldtroll! If only this wasn’t such a cloak and cipher affair!