What really irks me though is this picture. Look at it. Ugh. The joy in that child's face. The secrets, the love, the curiosity. The struggle. The diaper butt. It's all from a time that no longer exists now. There is an incredible animation in the living of these kids. Their eyes see past their hands and hell, who knows what they're thinking about.
No phones, no Internet, no video games. Welded pipes bring them infinite joy. Maybe they're not as articulate, not as knowledgeable as the children today. But you know what? I'd bet the farm that they were sure as shit a lot more pure. In every emotion. And to such an amplitude that it echos through the decades to us now, and I think to myself, "Fuck, that must've been cool. To be so free of the mind." When they take pictures of kids in New York in the future, it's going to be slack faces looking at digital screens. And forty years from then, someone will see the pictures and say, "Man, look at all the fun they're having. I wish life was still like that."
