How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Getting Old
Wow, tonight I went out to dinner, and after looking at this photo taken of me this evening, I have to say... I look old. Not so much like a guy of 40, but my goodness, I really look like my dad in this picture. It's creepy.
Nothing that belonged to it exists any more. He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
