I am feeling the tug of old age

🫧 Open on Bubbles Prufrock measured his life in coffee spoons. I seem to be measuring mine in glucose sensors. All the music I grew up with makes me cry to hear. It’s the void slip of feeling, the sinkhole of reflecting on time’s relentless passing, that happens when I look at an album’s release date and it tells me 2016, 2005, 1994…the weight of the years doesn’t bear down, it pulls my stomach from me, causes me to catch my breath as though realizing finally I’m atop a pointed edge that is shooting for the