When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
The mental state was always skewed. Even at that young age, the business of living didn’t have to negotiate with time.
Everything felt fleeting, yet we knew exactly what we wanted to build.
Those loops of doom stood quiescent as we lived with the simple heuristic of trial and error. Doctor, NBA star, artist; all seemed attainable with lots of practice.
Even becoming a ninja felt fashionable in its own right.
Before the emojification of emotions, we stood in perpetual middles. Fiction was reality, so we kept dreaming and decided that inchoate interests, not AI prompts, led us to the most august imagination.
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