Baque geracional...

é entrar nos corredores da nunca-ex-Faculdade e dar de caras com uma fotografia nossa a preto e branco...Veio-me à cabeça, imediatamente, a cena do Dead Poets' Society em que Mr. Keating leva os seus alunos ao corredor de honra:

Keating: Now I'd like you to step forward over here. They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? --- Carpe --- hear it? --- Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.

Yeap, we thought we were destined for great things. Extraordinary.
O salto no vazio do futuro foi feito em delírio.
Independentemente do que aconteceu depois, não me imaginaria a viver o dito salto de outra forma. Prefiro, e continuo a preferir, a vertigem da emoção do que a ausência de.

Ouçam isto quando virem a minha fotografia.