America’s gone and lost its knack for wasting time, and we’re paying a butcher’s bill for it.
Young folks, especially, ain’t lingering with each other, not in the aimless, sprawling way that used to stitch souls together.
The fallout’s grim: depression’s up, suicide’s high, and a sour malaise hangs over the land like smog over a dying mill town.
I used …
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