Friday Angst: the fog of childhood and the wind of change

Translation:

HERE I TAKE A BREAK BECAUSE THAT SOUNDED LIKE A GOOD PLACE FOR A NEW SECTION. SO—A NEW AND MORE AWOKEN SECTION BEGINS HERE WHERE THE FOG OF CHILDHOOD HAS BEEN BLOWN AWAY BY THE WIND OF CHANGE. Lara

October 7, 1995 Friday 5:39 P.M.

Oh, I have to wake up now after that burst of poetic capital letterism. No, this is not the end. In fact—I am only 14 you know. I still have an entire life ahead of me and so now I will put down my pen—look out the window of the car going up to VT and enjoy my surroundings of the rolling fields, familiar barns and the dew of dusk settling on the mountains ahead.

Lara Age 14 only once.

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2 thoughts on “Friday Angst: the fog of childhood and the wind of change

  1. dougery says:

    There is a terrific song called “Graveyard Girl” by the french band M83 that has lyrics like “I’m 15 years old and I feel it’s already to late to live.” This immediately sprang to mind after reading 14 year-old (only once) Lara’s poetical asides.

    Here’s to the FOG OF CHILDHOOD.

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