THE PROGRAMME SHOULD HAVE MADE HIM FEEL HAPPY
The programme should have made him feel happy.
It was a documentary about the youth culture of his own youth. But instead of nostalgia, all he felt was a dull, insipid nausea. It only served to remind him of all the dreams he'd abandoned on his way to getting to here: all those missed opportunities; those risks left untaken; those question marks and alternate paths left unexplored.
And then his thoughts began to wander. And wonder. All those illicit affairs he never chanced; all those experiences missed. All those potential loves never realised. All those looks ignored.
He'd always thought of himself as the spontaneous sort, but what had he become? The sort who watched documentaries about his youth.
It was a documentary about the youth culture of his own youth. But instead of nostalgia, all he felt was a dull, insipid nausea. It only served to remind him of all the dreams he'd abandoned on his way to getting to here: all those missed opportunities; those risks left untaken; those question marks and alternate paths left unexplored.
And then his thoughts began to wander. And wonder. All those illicit affairs he never chanced; all those experiences missed. All those potential loves never realised. All those looks ignored.
He'd always thought of himself as the spontaneous sort, but what had he become? The sort who watched documentaries about his youth.
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