stipulate this: I’m old – fucking old.
My time is measured In years, not decades. Once you hit a certain marker (different for
different people) you no longer become relevant in present-day society.
I don’t belong in the culture of today; I am a
dinosaur in the age of the metaverse. I don’t care for rap music and don’t know
who Taylor Swift is. I am not up on the
latest technologies and don’t live with a cell phone in my hands.
Most of all,
the memories that are a part of me – of my time, are like ancient Egyptian
ruins; meaningless in this era.