I think I’m still young and waiting around to get old, and then the streets and the businesses tell me to get off their lawns, and my coworkers tell me what musicians they’re listening to, and I get prompts reminding me of what I was doing on such and such a day, and I hardly know what year it is and which end is up, only that I’m happy to have the city, the job, the moment and the company while it lasts.