“ Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it. ”
Did you come of age in those sweet summers of the early nineteen-sixties, when the airwaves were full of rock and roll's doo-wop promise of joy and the nation was full of J.F.K.'s eloquent promise of a New Frontier? I did. Life seemed to be laid out before us like a banquet; everything was for the taking, especially hearts.
~ John Lahr
Society drives people crazy with lust and calls it advertising.
