The Lonely Years

The final decades of the dying century were lonely years.

There were tons of revolutions as well, inside and outside of people’s heads.

Poor things, most of them never knew what hit them.

Or maybe they were the lucky ones.

Those who did know, who saw through all the smoke curtains and the turmoil of disease, they were forced to pact with the devil, the little red devil that lived within themselves.

I see them today, in videos, in pictures, so far away from those days, so far from their atmosphere… and I shiver.

They were the brave ones.

Today is all about exploration, gaining knowledge of things yet unknown, being at the same time aware that the cycle will never end. Everyone knows, it’s ok. We still set out to conquer. But back then, the brave ones who made the pact knew they were already dead; yet they walked and played.

And I love them for it.

D.