In ten days, I turn 42. I’ve realised that adult humans will always be confused by the passing of time and how quickly it’s all rushing past. We say it to kids, we say it to our friends (especially those pioneers who hit the milestones first), we hear it from our parents and older relatives. Turns out, everyone feels 27 forever (or 19 or 32 or whenever you set yourself in amber, a line in the sand that delineates past, present and future).
