Everyone We've Lost, We'll Find. Or They'll

No One Is Waiting For Me. In This Story, I'm The Girl No One Is Waiting For.

He Remembered His Mentor, Lou Kline, Telling Him In The Nineties That Rock And Roll Had Peaked At Monterey Pop. They'd Been In Lou's House In La With Its Waterfalls, The Pretty Girls Lou Always Had, His Car Collection Out Front, And Bennie Had Looked Into His Idol's Famous Face And Thought, You're Finished. Nostalgia Was The End - Everyone Knew That.

I Wonder What Proust Would Have Made Of Our Present-day Locus Of Collective Fantasy, The Internet. I’m Guessing He Would Have Seized On Its Wistful Aspect, Pointing Out Gently And With Wry Humor That Much Of What Beguiles Us Is The Act Of Reaching For What Isn’t There.

I'm A Dogged Person. I Respond To Adversity With A Steely Resistance.

The Answers Were Maddeningly Absent—it Was Like Trying To Remember A Song That You Knew Made You Feel A Certain Way, Without A Title, Artist, Or Even A Few Bars To Bring It Back.