Reconstructing Reality
Remember when you had those thoughts that were best kept to yourself? When privacy meant something and was a sacred, heavily guarded, and fortified construct? Well, let me jog your memory a bit, by cutting to your so-called (teenaged) life. How you had that special pen to champion your teenage angst as you wrote your troubles away in your diary? Though it may seem so very analog now, there was a time in the not-so-distant past when we had thoughts [...]
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