Lidded almost lazily, I see my eyes in the window's reflection and I wonder have I always felt this old? Older than my years, than these times, than I ever thought I would feel, and older still than I think I should feel.
For 25 years now (or very close to it, as I've long sensed) I've been asking myself the same question, and still, there is no answer ...
Am I living it right?