till I drop

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

 ~ Jack Kerouac

I grew up during the 60s, 70s and 80s. I was 30 years old when I was bumped blindly into a world of a new education. Each generation I lived though, I loved. As a song, friend or lover, which in fact… all three generations supplied me with abundantly.

I fell into the late 70s punk scene blindly and without any ambition but the rebellious call of youth and ideology built on an underground scene. Yet what I witnessed in the 60s was wildness of a different rebellion.  I miss the hitchhiker’s ways. People on the streets at every corner. I felt safe and awake.

Then as I have written before, the end of the 70s brought the multiple attacks of serial killers and we all pulled into ourselves.  Now I drive by the many blocks where I grew up and see all the streets are empty. Cars and more cars blindly drive right through my memories of those street kids. They were just hanging and talking. They improvised life without any hand-held device. Only the feel of a hand.

I feel the need to move to a new place where there are no memories. I did it at the end of the 80s. I left to a place of no memories for a short time.

As a culture we have become so pulled into ourselves. I am guilty of this as well. I am not blind to what is going on yet, I am getting to old to do anything about it.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/blindly/

3 responses to “till I drop

  1. mumsthewordblog1

    With technology today it is indeed a different world ; with both advantages and disadvantages 😃🐻

  2. Pingback: Author Interview – Tamara Lakomy – The Shadow Crucible: The Blind God (Dark Fantasy) | toofulltowrite (I've started so I'll finish)

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