i wanted to have an excuse to photograph and post the almost dried up roses, but i wanted a good excuse. been beating up my brain for an idea but this only hit me at the last minute. no, i don't look in the mirror to feel i've withered. i know i'm withered and weathered😂 and i don't have to look in the mirror to know.
i know of quite a few people, even people who are close to me, who don't relish the idea of others knowing their true age. i have no problem in divulging my age. because at some point people would look at you, and even without telling it to your face, would know you're old. and we will get old, that's the truth. i have a 'former' friend who had a facelift. she started with a nose lift because she wanted to get rid of her filipino nose. she ended up with a bulbous nose. then she had a facelift which was botched so she had to go to a more expensive surgeon. the work, over the last few years proved to be nothing because now she has a lopsided face. she used to point out to me that she was two and a half years younger, like two years mattered. the thing was ever since we were young, people had always thought her a lot older. she's taller and big boned and truth be told, a bully. bullies age fast, i used to tell her. meanwhile, at 18 i couldn't get a job because i looked so underaged. in the end i had to and got used to inflating my age by six years and had fake IDs done so i could find work or i could be admitted to disco clubs. if i go by the fake ID, i'd be 74 now. oh, lord! that's old!
Oh dear, loved the narrative till I read that 74 is old as in 2 years I will be there! When growing up I thought that my parents were ancient when they turned 60 ;-) Beautifully composed shot.
