A Useless Conversation
"Oh, what has become of this world! Now the uncles of the 50s sit here on the top of this bloody little hill and watch those pretty young lasses as they march on the road below." I said to that uncle who was enjoying the fine evening on the top of that little hill. "Believe me kid, when I was a lad like you, driven by desire, I slept with more beautiful women than you could ever imagine.. Not interested anymore though, just observing the sunset. You seem quite drawn towards the feminine beauty, don't you? He asked me. I, sitting beside him, said, "Why not, the sun you are observing now gives less heat and less light, it's old, like you. When it was young it was shining more brightly and its light was warmer. It was young, like me. You are jealous of my youth, aren't you?" "Oh, the kid speaks metaphorically. You seem quite intelligent, what do you do?" He asked, looking towards me. "I read. I observe. I feel. I think. And I'm not a...