There is a curious type of modern man who wakes each morning driven by the laudable aim of purging the past of its unspeakable sins.
Nobody knows who deputised these busy little bees to launder the putrid mores of the late nineteen hundreds, but they take their work—and themselves—rather seriously, indeed.
And so, meet The Presentist. A young, progressive urban male to whom an episode of Friends from 1998 is a relic of intolerance, but a tribe which practised ritual cannibalism as late as the 1800s was merely honouring its deeply held spiritual beliefs.
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