If some genius in the 18th century happened to time travel to the future, I hope he arrives today. He’d carefully note how zombies share giant pizzas and of nuns driving taxis. He’d write of children dressed as the old and the old dressed as children and the normality of it all. He’d stick his quill pen behind his ear and observe for hours and hours and no one would notice, because he’d fit right in.
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