Remembering the silly walk through the sidewalk, hearing the coins singing the old song of inked news waiting for their moment of transcendence in the kiosk.
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The touch of my hand with the icy screen of my tablet makes me recall the dry paper and the black marks that it used to left on my finger tips.
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I can't easily adapt to the new era.
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I want to read thinkers, not new age prophets. I don't want to read more lists and rankings or abstracts of thinking, I want the full version of thoughts not DLCs.
