As 2018 hemorrhages its final week, I look forward to that arbitrary moment when old becomes new and 2019 begins. And while meticulous time slides another bead along our ponderous abacus, these old ruins rely on the truest timepiece of all: entropy. They remind me that generally, people don’t fall apart all at once, and even in extreme age we garner tranquil dignity. As I grow older, I find comfort in that thought.
Happy New Year, everyone!