Normally the neighborhood offered layers to be read: auras of discussion and commentary and history. I could dive into upcoming repairs, stories behind flags, whether trees were blooming early or late. I’d feed in my own observations and judgments, too. Without that interaction, the world felt oddly shallow. And the easy logistics of a well-run neighborhood, dependent on that feedback, could break down quickly. Would everyone stay on their current task rotations indefinitely? How would we handle resource distribution? Beyond that, there were normally two reasons to hold an unscheduled
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