He appears okay, like any other flawlessly imperfect human, well-mannered and ill-behaved. He use to descend on the regular, but not so much anymore. Why is that? Perhaps the layers of time attest to some sort of homo sapien dendrochronology. Or maybe it’s the development of his own myocardial fibrosis. Correct me if I am wrong, but I didn’t think it was contagious. Well anyway, what comes around goes around. Two parts alleged, three parts contradictory, and misquoting idioms will always have a special place in his heart.

For what it’s worth, we will always be a day older than yesterday. An unerupted path to the unabridged existence, involuntary and foolishly unappreciated. Our youthful days become past, as we renounce an obsolete generation of legacy tech and macro viewfinders. Only in the later years will we discover a wider depth of field. Apparently presbyopia is a myth, because in another decade worth of time, think of all the wonderful things we will be able to put into focus.