I don’t understand why dusk goes by so quickly these days. I am dusk-deprived.

What else don’t I understand? Why am I always 32 years late for everything?

It doesn’t seem fair.

It’s not fair that i am the oldest one in this room. Always. No matter what room I am in.

I don’t quite get why I sigh so frequently. Even when a sigh is inappropriate, it doesn’t stop me.

I don’t understand how I can think and type all of these words. And none of them mean anything. There’s no substance. They’re insubstantial. I don’t quite know when they became that way.

I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do next. 32 years late and possibly not another 32 years remaining. What do you do in a situation like that?

I guess you can watch basketball or read different sentences in different books and not remember any of them.

I guess you can order take-out with the hope that it is Covid-free.

I guess you can pretend that the world is Covid-free.

But what’s the use of pretending it’s not there when all you can think about is that it isn’t there?

I guess I’d rather not know the answer to that question.