The dichotomy of strange loops

By Carli Muñoz

I seem to get the excitement of the new in the old… an old second-hand emotion? Could this be interpreted as 'a' fall from grace after eating from the fruit of knowledge?
The youth gave me so much newness... new sensations, new joys, or so it seems in hindsight. It was funny how it was 'the new' that gave me so much pleasure as a child and then in my old age, it is the past that evokes the most joyous moments... Am I yearning for an old sensation… of feeling what was new... then?