@simsa03 I was in New Orleans last weekend and took my old knees out for a last walk. I walked, walked, walked, French Quarter, Warehouse District, Garden District, six or seven miles a day, and looked, looked, looked, through my cyborg lens at the gaudy world. Not tired of looking. The daily doomscroll I neglected those days. It's the 2 dozen funerals a day I attend via the iParasite that make me tired. The grief is worse than the knee pain. How do we manage without turning away, closing eyes?