Don’t you ever just feel like things change? Like, even if something dramatic or terrible in your life doesn’t happen, just the act of growing older is like a massive trauma anyway. When I think of sitting on the tatami with my older brother when we were kids, there’s just something overwhelmingly painful about the thought of having lost that moment. This wave of nostalgia which constantly reminds us that we can never go home again. That those kids sitting on the floor, so young and so happy, are dead and gone now. They’re never coming back. And don’t get me started on my younger brother, who
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