I'm too young to lament the loss of cinema where the jokes were so fast you had to grasp at them frantically and laugh for only half a second because half a second longer and you'd miss the next one
I'm too young to be in love with Myrna Loy or William Powell who charmed beautifully from the silver screen because they both died before I was born
I'm too young to miss the nice aspects of a time I never lived in, a time I've only seen in movies and old magazines, a time where everything seemed brighter or darker and everything was just starting, I'm too young and I hate it
Because I wish I weren't