No era was greater than the other. Ours wasn't the best because we had outlived them all.
To be happy meant being perfect and being perfect was as impossible as feeding a beast that was expanding in all dimensions.
We stood on top of the mountains with our arms outstretched to the sky, with the feeling of conquering some other person's dream. The fear of missing out was stronger than ever, though we very often didn't care to be a part of it.
Since we were not doing great things such as changing the world. We were microparticles of utopic fantasies.
E.Y
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