/lit/ - Literature

It often seems like the years I grew up in were based on a lie, civilization-wise. I grew up in an apartment with my mother and father, an anomaly considering how usual multigenerational households were in the past. I grew up in a time where political violence was still a distant memory or only happened rather far from home; today it's increasingly returning to the norm. I grew up at the tail end of an economic boom; today my economic perspectives have never looked bleaker. I grew up in a relatively liberal, levelminded world; yet nowadays society seems to have broken up not only on political lines but pretty much on reality-based ones: we no longer just irreconciliably disagree on what SHOULD be but on what IS. And it seems like it's been this way for most of humanity's history except for that insulated little bubble that was the post WW2 west. And now reality is catching up.