Mirrors, Impressions, and Youth
hair out of place and too long, a row of zits on the forehead, stubble growing in, tired sunk in eyes…
Destruction and breakdown followed by a renewed zeal for more. Each time reaching a little more to Shangri-La with the euphoria of accomplishment followed by the crushing defeat of never enough. Hill Valley is a place to visit for most but i’ve appeared to have taken up residence there. It’s a shame that it’s always burning down.
He enters the elevator and rises to the top, dressed to the nines (why not? as long as we are suspending our reality here…). People enter and leave their respective floors. Wisdom is walking out the doors, experience is walking out the doors. It’s a shame how he is already planning his trip back down without even realizing it. He has to somehow reclaim that wisdom and experience and youth, even though it was never there in the first place.
And so here he is, haphazardly waiting for an equalizer, drink in hand numbing his senses, in room full of people with no connections. It is hard to believe places like these still exist. Didn’t we all move on? Didn’t we all lose our limbs, shed our skin, in self-defense?
Though as the saying goes…we’re not getting any younger