The world is not as it was, and we are no longer beholden to the dusty conventions of the past. There are fast paced thx and the silent acknowledgement of send and receive. Time is a commodity, overbooked we squeeze small words into small spaces, we cram all our 3 dimensions into 2, into the words that don't express the most, but that take up the least amount of time and space; the least amount of energy. Perhaps we are only beholden to time, we are the discarded shells of a people who grew out of the lengthy posturings of the past. We are a people who are not beholden to each other, but to the space between.

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