my very practical and usually (sadly to say) culturally correct subconscious, which apparently is not married was on a date the other night. at the end of a very formal date and at the date's door, the clock read 15 minutes to 11. she said, "good night". i then woke up.
contrary to the great psychiatrists', freud, whatever, et al, ... ummm ... opinions my subconsciious always is more factual and honest in its views than my conscious self. in this case it surely knows that its youth and adventure is over. pass me my sweater, shawl and pullover hat. i'll just rock away here in the corner.
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senior, old age, second childhood, sickness and death, ain't we got fun.