“Why Can’t I Touch It?” - The Buzzcocks

There’s a certain loss of ambition that arrives along with the entrance into uncapped adulthood. Aspirations become abstract and hazy in the distance as basic necessities increase in tangibility and in priority.

Clothing is worn for longer periods, belongings are recycled, thrift is utilized to the max potential. Sneakers will get dirty, sometimes living space is not suitable for guests. Grocery-buying and consuming is gone about differently.

Most importantly, and back to the main point, thoughts and the processes utilized to arrive at thoughts operate at a different, maybe less exploratory level. No, I am not at the bottom of the totem pole. However, creativity has run express past my stop recently, and it may, certainly sometimes, be a luxury.