Remember when life was just, life? Not because we were children who hadnât fully developed our brain, but because life was just, life. It didnât matter what type of bike you had as long as you had one. You were pretty cool if you had the pegs at the back and could let someone ride with you down the street to the convenience store. Your words were your own. No AI to rewrite it and scrub it for inadequacies. I just miss being. This world has become unrecognizabl. Why canât we all just bring our bikes to the end of the street corner or that one friendsâ house like old times?