As a chronic melancholic I measure my age by the rate of my physical decline. It’s not because I’m completely falling apart, although that’s the case for all of us. I recognize, however, that man is dust and to dust he shall return. We melacholics are realists. Over the last nine months I’ve spent most […]
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