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In 1979 all was new and I drank it down eagerly.
Twenty years later there is still much that's new but
The sense of wonder is gone.
Is it merely nostalgia?
Surely that is a factor—
The past always shines through a filter.
But it's more than that.
I have been drunk on new things and now
I am sated and their power to intoxicate is blurred.
I am jaded with new things.
I have seen too much newness for too long.
I too quickly, now, make the new familiar.
Too soon the exotic now becomes background.
Twenty years of new things have drowned me.
