Waking in the middle of the night, I stay up, awake but lost in a half-living and quiet world, and reflect back on the 1990s, my eyes tinted with longing, nostalgia, and history. Never before had the world known such peace and prosperity, with an amazing abundance of new wealth and literally life-changing technologies being announced, packaged, and sold at record speeds. Everything was colored by optimism. That world has been dead, though, for a decade. I don’t know what it must be like to grow up in a world haunted by 9/11, and in a country that looks ever-more outward for direction and inspiration rather than discovering those things within itself.
Obviously some of this comes from pure nostalgia – the painful yearning for youth – but not all of it. A moment in time, now passed, and passed by.
And then the sun comes slowly up, and the glow of the pre-dawn light brings with it those other feelings that can only be had after staying up all night and seeing darkness yield to softly glowing light - the feeling of having been through something, but with the permanence of the surrounding world unchallenged, immutable. Life resumes once more.