I asked her if she was unhappy; she says it is not a question of happiness. She says she remembers another thing about when she was young - she remembers when the world was full of wonder - when life was a strand of magic moments strung together, a succession of mysteries revealed, leaving her feeling as though she was in a trance. She remembers back when it all took to make her feel like she was part of the stars was to simply talk about things like death and life and the universe. She doesn’t know how to reclaim that sense of magic anymore.
by Douglas Coupland, Life After God  (via bloodisthenewblackk)

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