I remember 120 Minutes and I remember being wholly interested in the aesthetic and ideas that came through in those late night videos.
But it never grabbed me quite enough to pull me out of the rural small town prison I'd been born into. Maybe I was too busy lamenting my not fitting in during those formative years. Maybe I was subconsciously learning to be strong enough to actually be myself, to exist outside of any bounding definition.
In college I did find that group--that group where everything just clicked and most of those old worries and problems went away.
Of course, there were new ones that came up. And, as time moved on and things changed, some of the old ones came back.
That group is long gone and scattered to the four winds. I've wandered a bit lost since then. Though I know there is a place for all of us, I can't even begin to tell anyone where that is--let alone myself.
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Way Back When...
Date: 2008-02-27 05:53 am (UTC)But it never grabbed me quite enough to pull me out of the rural small town prison I'd been born into. Maybe I was too busy lamenting my not fitting in during those formative years. Maybe I was subconsciously learning to be strong enough to actually be myself, to exist outside of any bounding definition.
In college I did find that group--that group where everything just clicked and most of those old worries and problems went away.
Of course, there were new ones that came up. And, as time moved on and things changed, some of the old ones came back.
That group is long gone and scattered to the four winds. I've wandered a bit lost since then. Though I know there is a place for all of us, I can't even begin to tell anyone where that is--let alone myself.
It does, indeed, never stop.
And that's probably for the best.