When I was younger, summer lasted forever. What happened to that? Are we spinning round the sun that much faster? Or if I ask the young now, will they say it lasts forever?
Is it the trivial ways we spend our days, futzing about on Facebook and Twitter and similar, not forming any real memories, just a sea of digital droppings, random thoughts and pictures of food? Why do we fritter about so, anyway? What is this fear of missing out on something, while missing out on everything?
Why is the summer quiet? Where are all the children nowadays? Not chasing each other in the grass, but absorbed into the same digital distractions? Will they ever learn to live, and love the summer for what it is? Or were we the last?
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