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January 19, 2019
Its 2022. At a standing-trip MRT, one person needs space for two people. People's heads are bent forward, their napes bulge like apples, their arms debilitated from too much use. They talk via mirrors attached to their chest. Their faces are reflected on these mirrors, which is then reflected up to another mirror attached to their shoulder, angled in a way that its reflection will be caught by the other person's chest mirror. They amble along laughing at themselves. They are now used to this but they are still aghast. What have we become—they ask themselves every day.