[[Two women sit at a table. PLYMOTHE is knitting, maybe? GRUNCHILDA is clutching her head in despair.]]
PLYMOTHE: You been watching the new season of Headstabbers?
GRUNCHILDA: It's on my DVR. I'll get to it soon!
GRUNCHILDA: Remember when stuff would air ONCE and that was IT? You SAW it or you didn't! No Netflix, no DVR, not even videotape...!
PLYMOTHE: Neither of us REMEMBER that but I suppose we have HEARD of that mythical time
GRUNCHILDA: What if that's OKAY? A stream of things happening that you CAN'T go back to? No internet to seek things out. No pausing and rewinding. Just keep your eyes peeled and alert -- and let it all wash over you.
GRUNCHILDA: When you can't revisit something you missed, you don't get BACKLOGGED. You just plow FORWARD. Don't you think?
PLYMOTHE: I think dissatisfaction with some facet of modern culture can manifest as fake 'nostalgia' for an overly-simplified past that only exists as a greener-grass fauxtopia, YES. And by your logic, choosing to not look back and revisit things would PREVENT us from looking back and fetishizing your SUPPOSED good-ol'-days in the FIRST place!
GRUNCHILDA: EXACTLY. It'd be like scaling the wall of a garden that has no door back out again.
PLYMOTHE: That EXISTS it's called PRISON
PLYMOTHE: Or alternately FALLING DOWN A WELL
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