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I seriously felt like a kid, waiting there in front.
You know the sensation? Where you're both impatient and composed? Marginally annoyed but overwhelmingly excited?
Giddy seems too trite a word. How do you describe exhiliration?
We're taught to make things concrete. To clarify, to explicate. Not to use big words. Not to leave things hanging.
But aren't things lost when reduced to setting, structure and context? Essentialized to the color and make of a shirt worn or to the blur of a million faces passing by? To the dominant impressions left by situation?
I felt happy. Maybe that's it. Regardless of the replicated hallmark moments such a word would conjure up.
I'd say happy. Regardless of its ambiguity. Maybe even because of it.
You know the sensation? Where you're both impatient and composed? Marginally annoyed but overwhelmingly excited?
Giddy seems too trite a word. How do you describe exhiliration?
We're taught to make things concrete. To clarify, to explicate. Not to use big words. Not to leave things hanging.
But aren't things lost when reduced to setting, structure and context? Essentialized to the color and make of a shirt worn or to the blur of a million faces passing by? To the dominant impressions left by situation?
I felt happy. Maybe that's it. Regardless of the replicated hallmark moments such a word would conjure up.
I'd say happy. Regardless of its ambiguity. Maybe even because of it.