Sober Reflections From Worm-Food-in-Waiting

Like a mosquito in the dark, I wrongly maintained that my life would make an impact. The scores of poetasters and young ballerinas that had danced before me learned quickly that dreams are, with rare exception, to remain unfulfilled. The optimism of youth stems from our comfortable grip around these illusions and the assumption that they would one day materialize. With age, more and more doors close and that painful, but inevitable realization sets in: we’re unimportant, uninteresting and doomed to be just like everybody else.

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