it had been a winter of deadening seriousness when all the illusions and bright dreams of my early twenties had withered and died. I did not yet have the interior resources to dream new dreams I was far too busy mourning the death of the old ones and wondering how I was to survive without them. I was sure I could replace them somehow but was not sure I could restore their brassy luster or dazzling impress .
Have you ever noticed how when youre happy time seems to pass by fast while when youre miserable it goes real slow Life would have been a blink with you whether it lasted a millennium or a month.