I've decided that, as with many tricks of memory, I don't have an accurate recollection of life before enshittification. In my mind the internet and keyboards worked, phones were flawless, software a joy, the sun brighter. That's only a partial story, and doesn't account for other benefits we take for granted now (like translation), and anyway this is the hand we're dealt: retraction, a dark age. We may as well get a wimple and quill and try to do it as gracefully as we can. Well, and a dagger.
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