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Wilson:
The midnight kiss. It's not just another kiss. It's all the hope of romance of the year culminating in just one moment. And that over-hyped kiss, in which there is so much calling, texting, I.M.-ing, planning, hurrying, drinking to make happen, is set at a moment when time itself takes center stage, when you can palpably feel the weight of the year to come, mix with the loneliness and missed opportunities of the years gone by.
[pause]
Wilson:
For years I used to work at a video store, and on new year's, I would always deal with what I thought were my people... those brokenhearted soles that hated the whole pageantry of the night, the ones who wanted to quietly and privately wallow in their own self-pity, getting drunk on the fictional romance and heartbreak of others.
[pause]
Wilson:
That was me... the lonely, hunkered-down type waiting for the night to blow over. But sometimes when you are so low you can no longer follow that routine anymore...
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:46