Not Forgetting

We used to talk about middle-aged apathy, the lack of passion that would roll over and consume us like a wave somewhere in our thirties or forties.


I desperately do not want to forget where I'm at right now. Change can come so slowly you don't notice it, but I want to be able to trace my steps and remember why I made the choices I did.


I don't like being inside all day. The best part of my days here is the skipping home in the afternoon, being kissed by air that didn't come out of a vent.

I need interaction. Cubicles do not suit me. While we're talking about suits, suits do not suit me.