The Absurdity of Ages

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I remember the taste of a peach from 1954. Or perhaps it was 1984. It doesn't really matter. When you have lived for three hundred years, time stops being a river and becomes a stagnant pond. I spend my days walking through the grid of Manhattan, a ghost in a tailored suit. I watch the young people rush by, their faces tight with the anxiety of a deadline, the passion of a first love, the...

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