As humans progression is a tricky thing, an abjected idea.
We work with machines but long for pen and paper, we create appliances to do our mundane tasks but idealize the history when we were manual, we drive vehicles but see horse-riding as an upper-class hobby.
The fact that technology can move past us and without us terrifies us to the point it becomes a mockery of those it has already lost, the middle-aged, the elderly, the impoverished.
We long for the nostalgia past yet repulsed by the ignorance of the people, of their blatant disregard for their surroundings.
Change is bad. No change is worse. Or is it.
