the leaves are growing, the sun glows, outside it’s made of a wood’an’wire and my body is on fire

I saw a picture of myself today and I look old. From a distance, I’m youthful enough, but get up close and see the skin ravaged by time, booze,  cigarettes and standing at bus stops on cold days. My eyes, lined from squinting at the price of drink in many, many off-licenses. My mouth down-turned due to the bluster and disappointment of life. It made me realise that one day, people will be looking at me and thinking, “shit, that’s old” and it weirded me out. Then I got over it and stopped being self-obsessed, threw on some Oil of Ulay, waved to the raven and went on my merry way. Here’s Nick Cave when he was less Brightony

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