I was born the last week of the 50's. Last week I said to a guy his old car sounded like an analog memory, and it's comforting, it brings me back. The analog days, when things were real, he said. I go there as often as I can, I said, and we shared a smile. It's hard to fathom the idea of the post-human age. I was still struggling with the gaslight anthropocene.
