It’s not just really age. But several factors around that get me… melancholic.
I don’t feel ill. I’m happy. I have a good life, one filled with good things, and people, and experiences.
Yet there is that je ne sais quoi that rears its strangely sedductive head from time to time. And says “Ola k aze“. Of course, there are some things that I do know why they get to me.
And what was the trigger for this thought? A combination of stuff, and a sign of a travel agency called: