...
I sure was trying to be
(I genuinely don't know)
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finding it genuinely hard to relate to freshers
'Oh what course?'
'Ah is that hard?'
'Oh what hall?'
'Ah I see...'
'That's pretty far isn't it'
'Ahhh...'
and I wonder if it's because I'm not trying hard enough, or if maybe I'm just too old
or maybe a bit of both
why is it - so hard to be interested all of a sudden? am i maybe asking the wrong questions - or maybe not asking for the right reasons
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- David Foster Wallace, Say Never
The skin of the knuckles of Mrs. Tagus is drawn tight and dry, and when she unfists the fist to let me comfort the hand I feel the skin crinkle like paper. Me: unfortunately also skin like paper. I look at our two hands. If my late Sandra were here with us this night I would say, to her only, things concerning oldness, coldness, trouble with stairs, paper-dry skin with brown sprinkles and yellowed nails, how it seems to Labov we get old like animals. We get claws, the shape of our face is the shape of our skull, our lips retreat back from big teeth like we're baring to snarl. Sharp, snarling, old: who should wonder if nobody cares if I hurt, except another snarler?
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