The anticipation and excitement when the new one arrives, the magic and hope of flicking through it, what do I want, what would look good with what I have, I’ve always wanted one of those and now I can have it. Then as the time passes, the new and exciting becomes mundane and old, the magazine gets passed on to siblings and lower ranking family members and picks up a few tears and dog ears. Now the items have been circled. Something that was earlier coveted since long been forgotten and discarded, as the harsh grips of reality and electricity bills are remembered, and all that is left of that wonderful optimism is the dried ink of a happier time.
God I’m depressed
No comments:
Post a Comment