I want to go back to grade nine again, when my life was as cinematic & simplified as a Gus Van Sant film.
When the terrain of shopping centres was home turf & everything was fluorescent & pixellated & displayed in hyper-real hues on bulky digital-cameras & primitive mobile-phones.
When existence was abbreviated & people wore braces & caked-on newly-discovered make-up & wore each other's clothes (regardless of their ill-fit on their newly-developed bodies).
Imitation converse sneakers & skinny-jeans & thinning scissors & failed-picnics & pseudo-parties where our first shots of alcohol were given equal parts a companion in a glass of Ribena & first kisses were delivered by friends of the same sex as an act of practice & we pierced each other's ears & dyed each other's hair & felt nothing beyond the most naive of young-pubescent emotions & the summer was agonisingly liquidly long & everything was interminable.
It was not just the carefree-state of our youth- it was the sense that everything was infinite. That life on Mars in familiar-yet-foreign malls would never end.
This mythical period was a span of six-months at most.
Sometimes, I misplace my sense of reality & forget that I'm not longer fifteen.
Why did I only just realise that that was the happiest time of my life?
When existence was abbreviated & people wore braces & caked-on newly-discovered make-up & wore each other's clothes (regardless of their ill-fit on their newly-developed bodies).
Imitation converse sneakers & skinny-jeans & thinning scissors & failed-picnics & pseudo-parties where our first shots of alcohol were given equal parts a companion in a glass of Ribena & first kisses were delivered by friends of the same sex as an act of practice & we pierced each other's ears & dyed each other's hair & felt nothing beyond the most naive of young-pubescent emotions & the summer was agonisingly liquidly long & everything was interminable.
It was not just the carefree-state of our youth- it was the sense that everything was infinite. That life on Mars in familiar-yet-foreign malls would never end.
This mythical period was a span of six-months at most.
Sometimes, I misplace my sense of reality & forget that I'm not longer fifteen.
Why did I only just realise that that was the happiest time of my life?
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