Golden Era

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." Dickens wrote of an age not unlike our own.

Watt, Fulton, Stephenson drove the world on steam. Manchester became its heart. Pollock, de Kooning, Rothko set color free. New York soared as art's cathedral. Godard, Truffaut, Chabrol cut the frame. Paris ignited the New Wave.

Stars shine on, hearts beat true. Every ache—love, hate, desire, doubt—turns into a rushing forest, a burning sun, a river of stars. Each time you collide with the world, something true takes hold.

Every day. Every hour. This is your golden era.