“Young Titans” Reflection

An image of my yard I drew at the end of my walk around the neighborhood

Walking around my neighborhood imparted a sense of quiet and peacefulness that I didn’t quite get from “Young Titans.” I related very strongly to the characters’ restlessness and struggle to “get out.” The feeling of being both a teenager and a legal adult, criticizing society and believing its customs to be beneath you while also seeking to make your way in it, is something my friends and I are very familiar with. The long, late walks through the city are similar to many of my nights in DC. However, walking through my suburban streets on a warm summer afternoon made me feel much more happy to stay than eager to get out. I’ve felt that eagerness many times before; it’s why I left California for the east coast in the first place and it’s why quarantine’s been so frustrating. Today though, I felt content to just enjoy my neighborhood and the nice weather while I could, with little thought for where I’ll be in two months or two years or two decades.


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  1. “The sun was still high above the ocean” for both Nescio and I. (45) “Its God himself who keeps repeating himself, it made again a long golden stripe in the water and shone in our faces” (45) My experience before the Red Sea was indistinguishable from this particular line in Nescio’s Young Titan. The repetition of nature for me, however, does not yield melancholy feelings. Despite the repetition of the sunset, the way the sun penetrates the shimmers current has yet to grow monotonous for me. I sat face to face with the Red Sea, sketching the tide before me was cathartic. I considered the importance of nature’s repetition, the ease by which God creates a picturesque landscape every night, over and over again with barely any deviation. Nescio made me momentarily yearn for a midnight walk around in an urban environment, as I felt reminiscent of my time in Washington. Yet, I felt thankful to be in touch with the earth as I sat before the ocean. While Nescio watched “a tug boat on the horizon,” I myself watched a small wooden rowboat drift by before I wandered home.


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