It used to be magical, I used to sit and stare in wonder.
I used to consume without limit.
It used to inspire me to understand myself, humanity and in turn my own humanity.
I used to defend it’s importance in culture and in life. I convinced a few people that it was an art form they needed to open themselves up to.
(For those of you who have read this book you’ll recognize this quote) They used to make me feel infinite because they are infinite. They stretch across the landscape of our recent history, pushing us to be better, to open our eyes, to suspend disbelief in wonder…and those qualities will never go away.
For me the spark is gone and needs to be found again. Who doesn’t want to feel a spark about something?
What spark are you looking for?
