It only just occurred to me, while listening to the
Venerable Borg’s weird taste in music, that the sound of footsteps unaccompanied
by any informative view of their source can be quite interesting. It can be
menacing, encouraging, or merely mysterious depending on the circumstances.
* * *
I just looked in the mirror and wished I still had the same
amount of hair as I did when I was twenty. A very great deal of it has now migrated
south and metamorphosed into frown lines.
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