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99 New: Oxidized
I sometimes feel myself having such wild affection for people I knew when I was younger as if we shared some important secret of triumph that we never divulged to anyone else, held this knowledge to ourselves unconscious all these years while we went about other things more mundane, and I want to take their faces in my hands and say, remember, remember, when we did this or that and we were so certain we were right and we were stronger than anybody and never thought we would be old looking back on days that are now rusty and golden at the same time.
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“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
Yes, I have felt this way at a school reunion, a violent flare of hypothetical bonding that wore off rapidly. You have crystallised that moment within a great title and ending.
Rachel, you’ve struck a chord. I have these rushes of emotions when I receive reunion invites. I try to put aside the “yellow glasses/filtered through false prism of time” images before deciding whether to attend such gatherings.