I wish I was still young. Particularly, I wish that I was young and reckless and when I was restless it didn't matter anyway. A long drive along the coast won't remedy this. All I want to do is get into my car and drive and drive and drive far away and long away and sideways and downways and all ways that will make me burst. There is nothing good here now. There is nothing to see here now. They say move on, move on. It's not a spectacle here, just a memory burned into the back of your head.

No, we can't talk about it now.

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