The problem with putting all these walls up is that when you think it might be nice to have them down for bit, you suddenly realize that you have accidentally constructed a metaphor for the division between East and West Berlin(1961-1989). And then you realize - that wall's not a metaphor. That's actually a fucking wall.
Well, it is a metaphor.
I miss a lot of things, but most of all, I miss the headrush of infatuation without suspicion or cynicism.
Oh well. You can't be 18 forever.
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