let the golden age begin... .. ............. . ..
Road trips to all the greatest locations and with the most fantastic soundtracks... depression that is somehow healed through a lover's words... a fantastic sort of idealized youth that is characterized by wealth and beauty...
Does all of this give us a false sense of hope of what could be?
Of what really exists?
Perhaps disappointment comes in the fact that I have no face to put in my own situation, no long time love to dream of...instead, I have a more abstract notion of that perfect love.
this ideal love.