I feel a kinship to people born in the 1880s because they were mostly dead when I was born, just about. It fucks with my brain thinking of the 1920s because that was also a hundred years ago.

What’s changed? People certainly haven’t. At the cusp of another world war… and the trenches are back. There are a lot of troubles in the world and that make sense. Peace cannot go on forever. Humanity need at least one great fuck up every century or so, otherwise their can’t be growth.

Growth’s what’s important. I sometimes wonder if they’ll look at the 1900s like they did antiquity during the renaissance. All the greatest works of art was made then, everything else is just an imitation of it.

We need a great war to reset our brains, to create new stuff.

The centuries don’t mirror each other, of course, but it’s damn close. I’ll be an old fart when they look back at the 20th century like a golden age and I was born too early to join the great war and born too late to reap the benefits of it.

I will certainly be a nag, when that happens; analog was better.

My values will be antiquated but as long as I’m alive, the things I care about will be on life support.

Time makes everything different and that’s why, once in a while, humanity enjoys a rerun, every hundred years or so.