We can no longer create the feeling of an era...of time being particular to one spot in time.
Is that all time is - our perception of how quickly it does or does not pass?
In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves.
And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.
I don't think anyone ever gets over anything in life; they merely get used to it.
It is indeed a mistake to confuse children with angels