anamnesiac

once you turn 36, you might as well just say you are 40, because in only one year, you will be 37 – and that might as well *be* 40.

i still consider myself young, but in just four years, i will make the great Crossing into that flatly lit plateau called middle age. miles of terrain that all looks the same – trees, signs, houses whipping by.

it passes so fast once it really starts going. when i was little, june 30th was easily fifty times as long as all other days in the year. but today, it came and, just like that, it went.