Paper was originally created out of papyrus by the ancient Egyptians. As time went on, it evolved to something we know now. See, in the olden days, paper was not viewed as old fashioned and stupid. No, not just something for school, or grocery lists, or wedding invitations. No, now it is more of a nuisance. Why would I write it down, when I can put it on my phone? Perhaps even paper is becoming old fashioned. But, would that not be a problem? I mean, what about the, "next generation," or even our own kids? What about the fact that paper decomposes and even the founding document of the United States is barely preserved? Or the fact that one no longer prints pictures unless it is on purpose. Or perhaps the fact that no one cares to write letters. All emails, or photographs only shared through social media. Or the fact that some would rather watch a tutorial online, than actually attend the fitness class. Or real class, for that matter. How is there not an issue in online education, online registration, or virtual reality? Or that we have no real care for people, and social media increases that problem. But, even in reading old books, or books about old times, a connection can be found. They dealt with the same issue that we do, only they did not exploit their problems on a screen, or fake their issues there too. Perhaps it has just snowballed to a time when few care for others, but prefer to care for themselves, and only now is it apparent, obvious, or visible. For a large ego was to be seen, but not so much visible later, when others could distort ones image of another, or even themselves. Only now, as I am finally reading a genre I had once abandoned, do I realize that it is the same issues, only now, the disconnect is not only a physical disconnect, but an emotional and mental one. A problem I am certain goes far beyond forcing little children to pose cute for their mum's instagram. Or ignoring the fact that diversity is more present and more important than we realize. Just like the fact that I never realized Antonio is an Italian name.
Something I realized as I read a book. A book where the girl moves to New York from Ireland, takes a job in a shop, and does evening courses in Bookkeeping, with the hope of becoming an accountant.
But, of course, it is set in the fifties. And, I have yet to finish it, only been reading it a short time.
Just your average college student. Up late studying, unsure of the future, and determined to make a better world.
