OLD FART

Yesterday, as I waddled around Legaspi Village, I looked around and asked that fateful question; am I getting old?


(Pedestrian to nowhere. Me in thrifted shirt from Towncraft, navy bespoke shorts and cheap espadrilles from Legaspi weekend market)

It’s probably the influx of twinkies that’s making me feel like an old fart. I think it was when I found myself in a room surrounded by kids when I felt like a dusty old floppy disc. Damn those first years and their hands.

Strange though! I don’t really mind about the whole age thing, except one more question; do I dress and look old? haha