They remember a slower rhythm — when news arrived on paper, voices came through wires, and the hum of a single television filled the room like an event. Now, signals crowd the air, screens pulse too fast, too bright, too many. Their hands still recall the weight of letters, the texture of worn coins. Amid this restless, digital hum, they stand like visitors in a place whose language has changed — searching for belonging in a world that no longer mirrors the one mapped in their minds.