What if people who died in the 70’s would come to live with us for a day?
We would have to make ends meet and make them see how we turned out to out differently from the time they once lived.
We could only imagine how they would try to relate with our unending selfies and making those social networking sites a great big a diary from their negative rolls of negatives and telegrams.
How they would scold us for not being how they were and being us.
We would come to realize that the world is intertwined to change through time.
For while the times changed, the world does too, and we judge them by eras and years.