Douglas Coupland. While girlfriend in a coma (№ 377416)

We all woke up after the same (take for x) the number of years after adolescence, some slimy and rough. The opportunity to make a choice is still there, but it no longer seems limitless. Fun has become a cover covering the willingness to break out in hysterics. We somehow slipped into the middle of a premature autumn of life - no you amber Indian summer, no beauty, and at once the cold, winter, endless, it's not melting snow.
Deep down, I wanted to melt this snow, I wanted to change things in this world. I didn't want to get old before their time.