«When you grow up,
your heart dies» - Ally Sheedy, The Breakfast Club.
I've mentioned
earlier the survey where children using the Torrance Test of Creative Thinking
were shown to become less creative the older they get. I can attest to that and
more.
My childhood is very
clear to me. I can easily recall events and see patterns of development.
My friends then were
pretty okay for a long time, but then, as they became adolescents and adults I
noticed distinct changes. It wasn't just that they became less imaginative, but
also that they were less prone to be critical and open, and less the great,
exciting creatures they once had been. And they turned less friendly towards
those breaking free from the mold. Modern existence… got to them. It got to me,
too, I know that, but not to the same extent. We drifted apart, and I have
hardly any contact at all with them anymore, and worse: every time I meet them,
they look at me as if I am a leper or something, as if there is something wrong with me. I've learned well to
recognize that look behind the polite exterior. There is nothing there anymore,
no spark, only the force-fed information, the propaganda of that before
mentioned modern society.
Like most people they have become
functions of expediency and practicality and hardly anything more. I shudder in
horror.
No horror film has
ever scared me much and the reason is clear: we exist in one, one much scarier
than any fiction.
Something needs
fixing and it is not children.
«Dreams can’t die,
but they belong to the night» - Amos Keppler, Dreams Belong to the Night.
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