Morphing into Eleanor Rigby

In the end, shall we admit that the anthem of the 60’s generation is Eleanor Rigby? That we’ve gone from being the Pepsi Generation and never trusting anyone over thirty to sitting on park benches, hoping someone will stop to say “Hello”?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Happy to Chat Bench

1 thought on “Morphing into Eleanor Rigby

  1. Maybe it’s a bench for a certain generation or individual that is iphoneless. Otherwise, aren’t people constantly chatting, at least via their phones? The phoneless might want to chat with a person face-to-face, even a stranger. I would rather not chat with someone with a phone in hand, even if that person is a dear friend — more often than not, phone people will check their screens even while chatting in person.

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