A tourist leaves a comfortable room at home, travels for hours, days, uncomfortably by plane, train, bus, car, all clothes stored in suitcase, trying to avoid being robbed or mugged, in order to reach another comfortable room in a place where they don’t speak your language.
My old school classmates are all turning seventy five this year. Not me, I’m turning seventy four and I feel oddly pleased about this, like setting a clock an hour forward and so gaining time. And I need to gain all I can.
You take photos to remind yourself of good times. But you can’t bear to look at them again because they remind you of good times.
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If there was a religion which guaranteed an afterlife of reunion with all your old pets I would sign up in a wag of a dog’s tail
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Unheard footsteps echoing in halls; unglimpsed eyes peeping round doors; unseen tails wagging with joy; unspoken barks welcoming home.
Ambition burned white hot when I was young, then I lost it, discouraged, then found it again, then lost it, then found it, now, in old age, thinking myself safe, the old fraud seems to have appeared again.
