Sometimes I feel as though I’m losing the magic — losing the way that I used to see the world and the way that I used to feel it. It’s been a long time since I was able to step outside of modernity and the marketplace (whether of ideas or of things) and feel my own being the way that I used to. Why?
What has changed? What is missing? Is it an essential component of aging? I used to ride the wind and talk to the rain every time I stepped outside. Now — now I forget about them on my way to whatever meaningless thing it is I’m doing.
I’m being sucked into western modernity. I am in danger of letting myself forget. I mustn’t forget — because forgetting is the end!