Back in a while!
The continuous flow, smooth-ridden everyday
gets interrupted – increasingly oftenly? – by the realization that life progresses in abrupt jumps, disruptive steps, rather than incrementally
What was true, the truth, is suddenly corrupted; the witty becomes dull, the taken for granted is lost, the anticipation is for the worse
Exuviation of past, creative destruction
I’m just like the next middle-aged guy, who thinks that he possesses the physical condition of someone twenty years younger, and the wisdom of someone twenty years older.
Said the sadist to the masochist:
“I won’t spank you.
I will go on, and on, and on…
Until you beg me.