@pluralistic

I had a weird dream about this! There were old-timey machines in these stalls that somehow let you talk to anyone. I was searching a very large book, attached to the metal table, that contained every number in the city, listed publicly. I could do so *anonymously,* without being surveilled or having my searches entered into a database about me by hundreds of companies I'd never heard of. In the dream I could make an anonymous phone call to any of these numbers and discuss anything without being surveilled or data mined or recorded. For a quarter. And the machines were everywhere.

Man, what a weird-ass dream.