We had been engaged in one of those long existential debates, discussing life, death and the possibilities of what might come before and after. The debate had gone on for some time, discussion had gone deep and we had covered some serious stuff, including the changing perspective of the years, fuelled by my impending birthday and the universal fragility of life.
“You should make a video,” said my son.
For a moment, I was flattered, feeling that perhaps I had acquitted myself so well that he saw my thoughts as worthy of being shared. But that moment was a fleeting one… he took out his phone.
“But I’m a mess…” Vanity is universal when faced with a lens. Or that’s my excuse.
“Well, I’d rather you were sort of natural anyway…” It all clicked into place then. So much for flattery.
“You mean, for when I…
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