reality at night

So I was watching Reality Bites and got to the part where Lelaina and Michael talk about stars and couldn't help thinking that was a conversation I've had many times. Too bad I'd rather have any other conversation in the movie. Anyway, Atwood put it nicely in a passage I just read: "The moon is a stone and the sky is full of deadly hardware, but oh God, how beautiful anyway." The moon's a stone and we are dust. Perspective speaks bluntly. Anyway, can't help thinking I am in some kind of twilight these days, but I think the whole world is feeling it. Except for kids, and some aspects of the media, like Up, or David Bromstad. Not really much hope going on, more like understanding that the storm's got to be weathered and that it'll die down eventually. Holding out for later, or something. Later, I will change the world. Yes, we can, but is the call as urgent? Maybe I should start reading the news again? And so, I live the little moments and enjoy them briefly and dearly. Where is the end? Where is the pattern? The Goal? I think everyone's life is a little bit just like Reality Bites, only maybe not as perfectly.