i wonder what it’s like when you finally reach an age of immobilisation? you know, when the day comes that no matter how much effort is exerted, you just can’t climb a small flight of steps, or climb into your car. i was thinking this morning over a spot of oats and strawberries how i’m young and healthy now, and my grandparents aren’t…but they used to be; and how they have difficulty doing various (many) things. what must one feel like when they can no longer perform typical tasks that the rest of us take for granted? frustration? despair? denial? i hope i never have to find out, but unless i die early, it’s inevitable. what a bleak realisation!
listening to:
Underneath
The Verve Pipe