I’m not sure that looking at 2020 from the standpoint of a future history textbook chapter makes me feel any better, except from a 1984-like reassurance that someone will be around later to write about us at all.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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I’m not sure that looking at 2020 from the standpoint of a future history textbook chapter makes me feel any better, except from a 1984-like reassurance that someone will be around later to write about us at all.