An elderly neighbour gave me a few gourds and potatoes the other day and I made soup with them and took a nice pic of the soup preparation process—I meant to send it as a thank you and to let him know his vegetables were appreciated, but then remembered he isn’t online at all, hasn’t got an email address or smartphone. The next time I saw him I told him jokingly that it felt a bit strange to realise I’d have to wait a few days to show him the photo in real life and he gave me this look of—confused consternation, probably the same look grandma-me will give the young person in the year 2070 who tells me it feels weird to assemble words into sentences to communicate with me instead of doing a quick mindsync on the metaverse