The dichotomy of strange loops
By Carli Muñoz
I seem to get the excitement of the new in the old… an old second-hand emotion? Could this be interpreted as ‘a’ fall from grace after eating from the fruit of knowledge?
Youth gave me so much newness... new sensations, new joys, or so it seems in hindsight. But funny how it was 'the new' that which gave me so much joy as a child and then in my old age it is the old that evokes the most joyous moments... Am I yearning for an old sensation… of feeling what was new... then?