The young don’t fret…

about trains running late, nuisance parking and the failings of society and state. They carry their own cares, have an eclipsing confidence in their powers and rights to shape this life. As it should be. Leave the arcane laws and ties to the bumbling shufflers, the rheumy-eyed greybeard curators. Resist that urge to start seeing the world as a museum.

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