It’s September 2014. I am 64 years old.
I’ve gotten here so fast, I’m almost certain that some of me isn’t here yet, hasn’t caught up to the here and now.
Wasn’t I in Magnolia High School last month, radicalizing the student body during the ’68 presidential campaign? Back then, looking forward, I didn’t even know what 64 years old was. I’m sure I never thought about it; I never thought about time. I believed I had forever: time was like an endlessly moving horizon I would never reach.
Now, I can hold an entire decade in the palm of one hand, like a glass.
But a glass that somehow has within it 10 years of moments, real and imagined. Ten years of seconds that passed without much notice. (more…)
