/lit/ - Literature

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I accepted that my youth was dead and squandered when they replaced all the lights on the old streets me and my buddies used to hang at on summer nights. It wasn't the street lights, of course, but it's strange how just a change in lighting can tell you "this place is not for you anymore."

I don't have a future to look forward to, and there's nothing left to mourn. what do I do?

What are some other short stories and films that hone in on this feeling? I've been reading a lot of Carver lately and it's got me fiending. Bonus points if it's summery.