looking through old messages, notes, letters you really cannot help but wonder the state of things today and perhaps 50 years later. things will always remain peachy at best, but there will be no more sparks of passion, sweet gestures and spontaneous gatherings. friendships and relationships go ... stale. i would like to think that we all stay the same even as time goes, but that would be a ridiculously sunny outlook right.

where does the good go?