I honestly envy you, kids. I envy the lightness of all of you who haven’t given up on laughter. Yes, it’s you who sing as if there’s no-one to hear you. You still paint beautifully and, when music plays, you dance not by yourselves as I would, but in front of others who watch. I’d sell my soul for not being shy. I’d take my beloved balloons and have pleasure of feeling the opposite of their weight, just like that. I’d get carried away by them and be on top of things once again.
In the end, I couldn’t tell the difference between a second and a century, between short hype and an everlasting change. But I’m pretty sure I made something “new” here!