Conditioned by youth to believe an event, the self-in-mourning has to console itself with a series of non-events, or trivialities, which don’t live up to the books, TV, and movies one was brought up on. Lost in the mundanity, the withering sameness of newly built things without history, the imagination has only one choice: to maintain its independence o…
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