Today I watched Before Sunrise for the first time ever. (Yes, yes, I know I’ve been living under a rock. Well in my defence it has been on my ‘list’ forever. Ok, I agree.. that’s not much of a defence). So I watched 105 minutes depicting a day between two twenty-something strangers. A boy and a girl of course. It made me nostalgic. Nostalgic for words. Conversations. Thoughts about things that need to be shared or at least once needed to. Smokey days and night spent carving out deep niches for the precious cargo of a young mind - ripe and ready to be set free into world.
The mind is a powerful instrument. Powerful enough to invent needs as well as the means to satisfy those very needs. Creating worlds and inhabitants in the nooks and crannies of your brain. Quiet little places for you to retreat, when the world hasn’t been kind and life hasn’t turned out the way you had thought it would. I miss that time when these conversations took place outside the confines of my mind. With other like minded individuals. Early twenties are good time for such mindless/mindful encounters.