... and the population is so dense there, they're having their silk taken away?
I think I misheard¹.
But if I ever write fiction, this is how it starts. The most mundane conversation, mentioning something you've never heard of and everyone is bored about. Like a dense population living out of silk threading in the middle of rural France.
There are so many casual truths, things that everyone knows, there's no way you know them all.
So maybe, someday, as my attention lingers on a passerby talking loudly to his phone, I'll learn something I can't even imagine.
... and I'll never have any way of differentiating it from the amorphous mass of casual bullshit that everyone knows.
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1. Oh, I just heard the rest of the conversation. I did, it was "roof", not "silk" (toit, soie).
(hey I just noticed the title barely match the content. Funny.
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