Sometimes, when I pass a mirror, I will catch a brief sight of myself as a younger person than I am now, and I'll think, "Damn, I still look pretty good"! Or, I'll think: "Who are you and what do you want from me?" Or I'll briefly fall into a Swedish movie from the mid-1960s, black and white, where the setting is a farm near the arctic circle, and the sky is grey, and there is boundless silence except for the ticking of a mantel clock in another room and everyone living there has a terrible secret to protect, and I am only visiting for the week. Or, I pat my trouser pockets and my shirt pocket and the top of my head and I ask myself where my glasses have gone to.

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