Saturday, 19 September 2020

Small man syndrome, urban cyclist, facebook

The little turd who built a crude version of your sandcastle in his corner of the sandpit and then came across and kicked down yours? He will re-emerge later in your life as the second undermanager who loops your ‘l’s and closes your ‘o’s.

History is cyclical and now is the age of the cyclist. When civilisation is restored, hard questions will be asked.

 

I have played with one hand under the card table all my life, so I was not surprised that, when I opened my facebook account, facebook had three tabs for me: enemy requests, enemy suggestions and all my enemies. 

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