For some inexplicable reason, I’ve never been endowed with the ability to picture myself as a member of their mature and experienced coven. I can’t help but wonder if my inability to envision myself as one of them has to do with the fact that I’m destined to expire before my time. I can’t help but wonder if I’m somehow ordained to die in middle age and if on some subconscious level, I know that pondering my existence as an old man would be a futile exercise in total vanity.
