The Gears
...have stopped grinding.
The world outside is strangely silent. There’s no whooshing traffic, and I don’t hear the creaking of school buses braking at every other driveway. This must be what this world sounded like in preindustrial times. Each day started a little more slowly, a little more quietly, a little more peacefully. I didn’t know. We didn’t know. Yet few among us are likely not enjoying this rare opportunity to catch our breath. In times of real crisis ideology matters so little. How will the tycoons bring their world back up to speed, now that we all know it can be slowed down?
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