What is life without bicycles?

I have this recurring nightmare.  I live in some not so far-off, dystopian land.  A grey place that is without much color or light, and strangely enough all the buildings are unimaginably difficult to navigate, with elevators that stop on random floors, confusing layouts and a pervasive loneliness that strikes to the very core. People wander about in a lethargic haze. 

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