Decay

“Like every sixty-year-old, I am forever the age I was in high school, only my performance is different. The body moves to a different rhythm, more winding, more like prose, like a stream of consciousness.” — Yotam Reuveni And as the years go by, my own abilities decline, my flexibility diminishes, my skin ages, and my body wears down. It becomes an archive of time, etched with signs of wear, with stories told through scars, bruises, wrinkles, and fatigue that no longer fades as quickly as it once did.