We were wrong. What are you going to do. But we did it on purpose. They called us the lost generation because we never wanted to win. We agree to lose even before we have played. We were defeatists, fatalists; we fell into the easy descensus averni Of all the vices we spend our lives on We never got old or decadent, we were always so alive… and so dead.
We only talked about today because it was what we had left, a whole immense today of youth, vitality and banished dreams, exhausted, extirpated with drug surgery. Today was another day to burn in the rapid burning of life. Your life, my life, it was just a matter of time to burn like sheets of a frenzied calendar.