People don’t like change, their era always was and still is the best. They no longer live on the edge of the page, they’re trapped in a nostalgic Ponzi scheme that they never asked for. Modernity traps you emotionally, locking you into a “small island” mentally, but who the hell dreams of going back to the bronze age? The romantic in you died when you moved to the city, you gave up the right to be so judgemental. Fight back, grey over green. Don’t let them convince you that they know better: they’ll ply you with platitudes while planning you out of existence.