30 July 1999 - each mortal dawn

When the mushroom cloud of each mortal dawn heralds the fallout of a new day in which the green stirrings of fresh-sprung youth wither as always before the strontium-90 of hard-sleeting reality, paving the garden path to ever bleaker vistas of sublunary decay, we finally come to realize that the past was not all it’s cracked up to be.