this long restlessness sometimes

After all the empty time, all the lost moments, there remain these endlessly traversed postcard landscapes; this distance organised between each and everyone. Childhood? Why, it’s right here — we have never emerged from it.

Our era accumulates powers and imagines itself as rational. But no one recognizes these powers as their own. Nowhere is there any entry to adulthood. The only thing that happens is that this long restlessness sometimes eventually evolves into a routinised sleep. 

text: Debord, G (1961) Critique of Separation