aging raze grey hair doesn't bother me. a metabolism that walks where it used to sprint doesn't bother me. it's the numbers. the numbers mess with my head a little. i don't know what it is. maybe it's because they're markers that say, each one of them, hey, here is where you are, but you don't get to stay for long, and once you leave you can never come back. 150203 ... ... . 150203 ... Pilgrim I wasn't sure i would be around this long yet here i am. As for numbers they have Always been fuzzy elusive things to Me. They cetainly don't do jurtice to this Experience I find myself in. The sense of Acceleration is the Most prominent Feature of Aging to Me. Even more than the aches a stiff joints. Eventually The race of time will leave Me in My Own Dust. 150203 ... nr "it's my jesus year, so i'm going to get hammered." 150203 ... raze i feel that acceleration too, and it's got me caught somewhere between apprehension and fascination. i remember days that felt like they would never end, like they were slithering around on their bellies, moving in such small increments the only way to tell they'd moved at all was to look away for a long while and then look back. can't remember the last time i had a day that felt like that. 150203 what's it to you? who go blather from