- Vol. 05
- Chapter 04
NOT YET OLD
I am well past three score and ten but not yet old.
Do not lose patience so fast when I am slow to grasp your technology – could you thread a 60s projector or double-declutch a car? If all bakeries closed tomorrow could you make bread?
My brain has produced a trillion thoughts and some are worth sharing, so do not roll your eyes or dismiss my words with a shrug.
My hair is grey and my joints creak, but I still have a lot of living to do.
I will know when it’s time. Before I begin to drool and need my bum wiped as I wiped yours, I shall walk out into the snow – far out where Death will find me first – but to spare you weeks of anguish I shall wear my purple hat.