I swear to you. This is how it happened. It was no dream or hallucination. The only concession I can make to reason is that I may have been acting up to an impression of me as someone wise, an impression that perhaps some people had once given me, that I had tried to perpetuate.
Well let this contribute to my wisdom. It happened like this (I swear). I entered a village post office. I can’t remember what I was looking for, but I glanced over the whole carousel of greetings cards. I was unimpressed and made this clear, somehow, to anyone who was nearby.
There was this woman, maybe 80 years old or so, and she caught my eye and started crying. ‘You’re 90!’ she said. Probably she would recognise the psyche of a 90 year old better than I; I was but 30.
I don’t quite get what happened. I don’t quite get who I am or purport to be. I know I have been deeply jaded. I know I have some joy again.
We are being slowly gassed. All of us. My Jewish wife likens the fossil fuel companies to nazi’s (I won’t use a capital N and they weren’t socialists). In a way that I don’t understand, I sense that carousels of cellophane-wrapped tacky cards across the white rural communities of Britain, hold a black black magic that calls to the sensible to be destroyed.
Centre of the Web 