You think 25 years from now is a distant land. It’s just down the street.

Self-loathing had almost cured him of hubris.

With age you become invisible to increasing portions of the population; in compensation, you begin to see them more clearly.

Time passed. Oh, how it passed.

I don’t even look in the mirror—why would I take a selfie?

Beneath the ceaseless parade of brightly colored images, blackness.

Others experienced his presence as an absence in themselves.