...and your neighbor greets you warmly:
"Good morning Comrade! Are you feeling any better? That was quite a fall you had the other day. Do you think you'll be well enough to come to moon landing celebrations today? You don't want to miss it! I hear our socialist brothers, sisters, and comrades will be throwing simultaneous festivals in Paris, Berlin, Delhi, Beijing, Tokyo, Jakarta, Rio, Kinshasa, Cairo... all over the world! I even heard some American comrades in San Francisco and Chicago were going to try to organize something. Of course their capitalist government won't allow it but..."
A hot light floods your vision and you feel momentarily lightheaded. What was that world you saw last night? A global pandemic? President Donald Trump? Wildfires? Something about a debate? Who was the other guy, John Biden or something? It was all so cold, so bleak...
You are roused back to the present by the sound of a nearby train whistle. You recognize it immediately: it is the train you ride to work four days a week.
Put this on r/pics and say that back in the 80s women wore skirts and showed their legs before the capitalist privatization regime swept the region into an era of darkness
Reject modernity, embrace tradition