Think of old age as an early morning SWAT team barrelling into its target. First nothing, then everything. Perhaps now you’ll understand.
A flash, a flourish, some metastasized flesh.
But come on.
At least pretend to offer us some due respect when we argue with the gentle mirror or curse our mutinous legs. Who’s in charge here, anyway?
It’s the same as it’s always been, always will be.
Only now we seem to better understand, even if with feigned wisdom and a sarcastic appreciation for truth. This moment is indispensable.
Just like each one before it.
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