Nothing defines the old age better than ambiguity. We grow old in highly ambiguous ways. This ambiguity is constantly nurtured from three sources: the waste, the chill, and the absence. I’ll approach them one by one. The waste… …is, in every respect, enormous. Illnesses wasting the body; nostalgia wasting the heart; those long, empty hours… Continuă lectura Oldies, not Goldies
