Before leggings, when there were letters, before texts and tweets, when there was time… Before homogenization, when there was mystery, before aggregation, when the original had value… before stress management, when there was romance… when love was all you needed, before hype, when there was Hendrix… before “content,” when we told stories… Before I forget, while there is time, for the years pass and we don’t get younger, before the wiring accelerates, while I can pause, let me summon it back, that fragment from somewhere, that phrase that goes: ‘The bourgeoisie cannot exist without constantly revolutionizing the instruments of production … and with them the whole relations of society.’