I think I am having a déjà vu. I think what’s happening to the new, shiny digital generation in the U.S. has already happened to the generation of my grandparents in the Soviet Union. The enthusiasm is oddly recognizable and mildly tragic.
They are not going to care about my observations. They are going to live their lives in a man-made world that doesn’t really exist, and listen to the sound of their enthusiastic voices, and they will tell everybody the tale of Progress, and then they will get old, and tired, and feel empty and deceived, and if they are lucky enough then their children and grandchildren will love them and treat them with gratitude and respect not because of their views but because that’s how children and grandchildren treat elders.
While they are in the prime of their “influencing” though, I am dying to show them some old Soviet movies. The vibe is almost identical!
I never thought I would relate to the generation of people who witnessed the new, enthusiastic slogan-walkers disrupting everything left and right in the name of the bright future. But I am witnessing it, and it’s trippy! And wow, staying sane and not pontificating all day takes some work.
What do you tell a person who is tragically misled and endearingly human?
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