Welcome to the new age

by Andrea Elizabeth

I hadn’t even realized Alan Rickman had died when I woke up this morning with, “Welcome to the new age” from some pop song inside my head. Apparently Alan Rickman was the preserver of life as we knew it. For some reason he was holding the balance between us and the Millennials. With his death it is now their world. We may speak the same language, but the meanings are no longer the same. Fun means pointless diversion. Love means warm feels. Soul means old 70’s music. Pain is a dull, meaningless ache that can be accustomed to and put to peppy music. Life is something to put off.

But do not despair. There are still rocks that remember.

Did 9-11 do it to them?

Or being born after Roe v. Wade?