JNANA BRECK-ARNDT Summer nights like these are about being self-indulgent. As a 24-year-old Vermonter, this looks like a few beers with an old friend, talking about the future and fate, and getting lost in people’s eyes. Not romantically, just curiously. Always looking for recognition. For example, I see a boy I used to know out of the corner of my eye now. My gaze chases him across the bar, but he seems to be having his own game of attention ta…