I think we used to love our things more, before the machines came.
I don't remember any more. Maybe I never did. But I have this feeling, we used to care more. We used to make things ourselves, and we had to fix them ourselves. So we had to take good care of them ourselves, too. Even when we stopped making them ourselves, we still had to take of them for ourselves to avoid fixing them... And slowly we stopped fixing them for ourselves. And slowly we stopped fixing them at all. First they sold us warranties. Then they sold us replacements.
Replacements... You can only replace something unimportant. Friends, family, children, you would never replace them. And I have a feeling, once our things were like that too: important to us. Irreplacable.
I don't remember any more. Maybe I never did. But I have a feeling.
I think we used to love our things more.
And now think of Orwell's 1984 and read this again.
I liked it alot more before you tried to shove the 1984 reference at me.
Yeah, it didn't work as well as I thought with the 1984 reference.
When I started it I thought it could be equally good in a dystopian context, as well as in our own present world.
just to clarify, I did like it quite a bit.