Sometime last week, I discovered that being old is very scary. I suppose it’s a realization that should’ve come sooner (or maybe later) but it’s something that I could’ve done without. To be clear, it’s not the finale that I’m afraid of; not the big Black Man, not at all, but rather the creaky worndown way when you near him… that’s terrifying.
I should probably expand on this, and I will, at a later date. Still thinking =)
On a related note, Vanilla Sky is a great movie.