I am old like an elf and young like Peter Pan --- or Lord Jim, for that matter : nothing can touch me.

I cannot say how long I have been this way, and I can't remember having ever believed in Santa Claus --- or anything, for that matter --- not like that. Which is precisely why I refuse to confess disbelief, in anything. Because every time a child ( Read more... )

If I belong to any (sub)culture or generational group --- or rather, if any (sub)cultural ideal of my era has gotten through my formidible shilds of indifference and oblivion --- I belong to a group of children and youths who glorified childhood and, more generally, youth. Not merely as 'innocence', but as awesomeness, as the stage on which THE ( Read more... )