Back in the day, I just assumed the adults were saying that because they were old and had no idea what joys were waiting patiently, calling from the keyboard, controllers, etc.
Now, I know that they had seen far more than I could imagine, and that they knew all too well that those sun-dappled, happiness-brimming days outdoors were a rapidly diminishing resource… 😭
sun-dappled, happiness-brimming days outdoors
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
-Yeats
Yeats has just got a sound, man. Some of his phrasing is so hauntingly lonely, but there’s a hint of hope.
eg
all disheveled wandering stars
live alone in the bee-loud glade
She stood in desperate music wound
The fury and the mire of human veins
etc
I grew up just as the 9-bit nintendo became widley available (and affordable) in Norway in the late 80s/early 90s. And got my first pc (a 486 DX) in 1994. Not a misspent youth, as we had a viciously steep footpath perfect for snow racers and a frozen area for hockey.
Summers were perhaps more misspent
Frostbeard
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