Retro

Sometimes I look at my face in the mirror for more than a passing moment.

How often do people do that I wonder?

Faced with the signs of age I create little universes to have fun with them.

Tonight for example I was a survivor from a disaster, a volcanic eruption maybe, or an alien invasion, and I stood there looking at those little flecks of ash still clinging to my hair.

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