March 9th, I went to bed and dreamt about the ghosts of my youth, March 10th, I woke up an old man.
In 30 more years, I will be 61, in 30 more, I will be long gone and forgotten. What a chasing after the wind
Sorry for the dramatics and narcisism, it is very late, and I cannot sleep and have gotten lonely, which brings out many oddities
Call me when you get there.