OF A GOLDEN AGE

strange to feel the rush of physical attraction without the normal accompanying flights of nervous system, without the cluttery urge to impress. instead there is calm and humor and an utter lack of seriousness: exactly what i want, a situation that can make fun of its own absurdity. in a way this dynamic settles well into the tone of my life in the summer of my twentieth year. after a couple of years it has grown and matured; mellowed like a soda seconds after the initial twisting of the cap. cleaner, brighter, more direct – less harsh fluorescent but still alight.

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