“Sitting there, I thought all of old age must be like this lonely gaze into the distance, a gaze toward something unreachable. A solitary disappointment and an internal audit, and a kind of nostalgia for the world you’ll soon be obliged to leave. An unbearable longing for the future and an impotent rage at a world that will remain the same even without you in it.”
— May 14, 2026 03:37PM
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