I had a birthday this past week and it made me feel old(ish) for reasons I can’t fully articulate yet. (And I realise I am not old, just very much in, hopefully!, mid-life). I thought last year, the year a new decade began, would be the year for existential crises. But no, it is this year. An inconspicuous, forgetful age-year, somehow disturbing my bone…
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