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That's not what I meant when I posted the original and said it made me feel sad.
There's something lacking in this narrative where the monied individual feels happy with no roots, no tangeable objects upon which to store ones experience of life - other than on a digital existence.
No meaningful social experience other than one that relies seemingly heavily on the charity of ones friends - always assuming that there will be someone willing to provide a space for each night, no matter what that someone has planned for themselves. There's a willingness to make freedom their life, but needs others to 'help' them.
This isn't, I don't think about being poor in financial terms.
I suspect that in a few years they will tire ?
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