Went to a lecture on W.B.Yeats

Not bad, not great.

I guess I expected something fascinating, enchanting.

Something uplifting

Such are the words of fools

I was the youngest there by a margin of decades.

A couple of women in their late fifties say to each other that they are the youngest here.

They did not notice me

Or maybe they did and I look like I’m 60

That was depressing

A depressing end to a depressing day near the end of a depressing week

But It was as if the organisers knew that

For there was free whiskey at the end.

I drank it up in a hurry and almost went running outside

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