Walking through the re-use center, looking at the old CD/RW drives, the old walk-man’s so recognizable they might as well have been your old black sony walk-man. All those video games we’d anticipate coming out, all of the toys we couldn’t afford to own and yet the imagination’s we had to transcend all of that, the world’s that we created, the personalities of everything we owned and all of those objects turned to living creatures in our eyes. These artifacts we leave behind that enthralled us lay sprawled in boxes. All of the toys we ever wanted are getting tossed onto shelves and sold for prices more representative of what it costed to make them. I can’t believe they were that disposable, they seemed so immortal, the movie characters, fucking Heath Ledger. The unhealthy amount of times I re-watched A Knights Tale. That overwhelming giddiness that would come over me, that insatiable appetite for the romantic, the spontaneous, adventurousness that those films showed me. That if you were with the people you loved, and were truly living together then that carried such a majestic momentum that could send you through the most unbelievable circumstances.
We used to just know, just have this insight that we would be with each other, and now it’s rare that we share more than a few sentences,
even rarer that we reveal the entirety of the love that has continued within us- that doesn’t happen…
“I’ll meet you here tomorrow, independence day, independence day, independence day.”
I sure wish it so..
