Modern life is paying three convenience fees to avoid a minor inconvenience and then listening to a podcast about financial discipline on the drive home.
The optimization guys always make being alive sound like maintaining a commercial nuclear reactor
At this point I expect someone to tell me my mitochondria crave artisanal lithium
Nostalgia is just selective memory editing.
You remember the feeling. Not the late fees, the boredom, the cigarette smoke, the dead malls, or the fact everybody you loved was still alive.