salute to progress

We die more complicatedly and with more nuance than ever before. In comparison, the ways our fathers and mothers died were larks, pieces of cake. Smug, but as citizens of the 21st century, the best century, we’re entitled to be smug.

I imagine a hundred years from now people will look back at the desperately uncomplicated ways we died in the 21st century and chuckle, but I also imagine those people to be insufferably smug, insufferably so.

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