not to be in the future yet. they would need to be angry, my dad said, to take us where we wanted to go. “and where is that?” i asked.
he said, “no one knows the future, my dear, whether it comes fast or slow. we are just going to go fast, really fast, faster than you can say your name. we want to see dramatic, all-at-once changes, not the tiny changes of a single lifetime where no one really sees them happening. we want our days to whoosh, not creep, to roar, not whisper. no one truly lives who lives a life that crawls, and no one ever sees its 