by Catriona Mills

    When Your Youth is Gone

    Posted 30 May 2008 in

    (I don’t really believe that, but it’s been a bit of a shock this semester teaching people who weren’t born until I entered high school. That, and attending a Cure concert last year with someone who was born the year I last saw The Cure in concert.)

    Nick and I have been listening to CDs this evening, in the absence of anything to watch on television.

    (Nick is obligated to spend at least one evening a week surfing the Internet on his iPhone in the living room rather than on his iMac in the study. This is what we call spending time together.)

    I picked up an album from the very bottom of the stack, and said to Nick, “You know, it’s been twelve years since I listened to this.”

    Then I realised that was actually, literally true.

    I’m quite proud of myself for not going and pouring another drink on the spot.

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