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And y'know, they could have just kicked them out. After all, they're just homeless people. That's what they're like. Right?

But instead?

They added chairs with built-in charging outlets in every possible corner, so that people had a comfortable, dignity-affirming place to sit and charge their phones.

They bulk-bought inexpensive wired earbuds and handed them out free to every patron who needed them, even if they needed them again the next day, and the next, and the next.

They eliminated the "no food in the library" rule and added trashcans everywhere, so that people could eat out in the open at a table and it would take no effort at all to clean up afterwards.

And the problem went away.

and we will say "When I was YOUR age, fruits and vegetables came from a supermarket and they were bred to get shipped 1000 miles in a truck and sit on shelves for weeks, and they tasted so sour and watery it was like eating paper compared to these ones. It wasn't even legal in some places to grow your own food"

and they will roll their eyes like yeah yeah just because everything was miserable in the 20s doesn't mean I have to have a smile on my face standing in the hot sun while you listen to that one guy talk about his bees FOREVER

And many other people have been just spitting, foaming at the mouth fucking FURIOUS. How dare I have the audacity to imagine a future where things get better?

Don't I know how BAD things are? Am I not aware of the TERROR and DEVASTATION of climate change and fascism and biodiversity loss? How dare someone be so bold, so callous, as to imagine something other than misery and suicide. How dare someone suggest it will get better. How dare a person propose that there is a future where we will be okay, in the face of so much terror. Hasn't she seen the abyss opening its jaws before us?

Well? What do you think?

“Yeah, Leif would have solved this whole crisis in about twenty minutes.”