Ah, old stories. From a different time. Dreaming of the basic assumption of a common, shared experience, of everything relating back to the group, the individual justifying himself to others. Everyone that exists in this place <i>counts</i>. You give and get in return. That's the world I believed in before the internet, before smartphones. The people sitting with you on the train, those could be protagonists of my very own Norwegian Folktale.<p>All of it in stark contrast to today's individualism, where, surprisingly, people are not selfish or cold, but still have boundaries; primarily it's not about the group, it's about yourself. Maybe we can relate. Maybe I can give, but I don't have to. Maybe I get something in return but it would be foolish to rely on it. Instead, why don't I try and go alone, use the modern tools and reach heights impossible in an earlier age. No one in the collective is holding me back.<p>Took me a while to adapt....