“Another chunk of my childhood dreams had just run down the reality drain in the form of a horny unicorn, no less.”
“. . . reality just seems to come in certain undeniable chunks.”
“...my conscience has the same hard reality as a unicorn.”
“Dreams of innocence are just that; they usually depend on a denial of reality that can be its own form of hubris.”
“...childhood boredom is a special kind of boredom. It is a boredom full of dreams, a sort of projection into another place, into another reality. In adulthood boredom is made of repetition, it is the continuation of something from which we are no longer expecting any surprise.”
“For many of us, the curtain had just come down on childhood.”