People seem to be slipping away, out of circulation, leaving me feeling lonely and strangely unfulfilled. I don't know what it is... They are either no longer actively pursuing their old role or, worse, some of them are dying away merrily.
I miss that generation. I miss the presence of that generation. These are people I used to look up to, act against, talk against, and generally challenge at every waking moment. It was part of the meaning of life: the part that dealt with defining who I am, defined as who I believed I was not. (I.e. a rebel with a cause)Presumably, I now am that generation.
But I feel that I still haven't finished with that other generation -- although they seem to have finished with me. I am not ready to take on their role. I feel singularly unprepared to take on the serious aspects of life, take them on for real...
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