I lurk around old memories, old feelings, and the nostalgia of peaking during high school and never being able to live beyond it.
Those yearnings for what was is what feeds me and gives me the strength I need to enact my course. They want the past, the ability to go back and live in those moments without caring for anything else. They'd give up their families and children to return because the real world and real responsibilities are too hard to face. I like catching them at their weakest moment and returning them to the past. So many unaccounted disappearances for the class of 1978, yet, they continue to have memorial reunions, which I don't mind. The more they reunite for class reunions, the more I will reunite them with their past.
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