Back then, there were no such wounds. I mean, NONE. Now, even in the most remote villages, you can smell gasoline...
Well, if this is a hint that I don't like nature, take a look at my userbar :-)
Well, for now, it's science fiction; conquering the New World is something else entirely.
But that's unlikely because below that is only the "General" project, and even that is relative, so it's unlikely to be considered romantic – the concept of this word has remained largely the same over the past 800 years.
Regarding assertiveness, in the previous argument, you said:Okay, okay. I give up. I'm out of arguments. Stop pressuring me.
So back off your rules,
Back off your jive!
Cause I'm sick of not living,
To stay alive,
Leave me alone!
I'm not asking a lot -
I just don't want to be controlled,
That's all I want.
All I want!(с)The Offspring