A poem By Polina Isangulova, Introduction to Social Sciences, Arts and Humanities
‘Papa?’
‘Yes, child.’
‘What is progress?’
‘Well, it’s taking something old or broken and making it better.’
‘Like painting pretty things on blank paper? Is that progress?’
‘Yes, exactly.’
‘And how people in the olden days needed carriages but we have cars? Is that progress?’
‘Now you’re getting it.’
‘Oh! And how they built the cool giant skyscraper where the trees used to be? That’s progress, right?’
‘…’
‘Papa?’
‘Right.’