What is the relationship between realness and age?
I was sitting in the train this afternoon and there was a hipster-boy dressed completely in variations upon red. Less than a metre away from him stood a very tall, slightly stooped, sparsely-haired old man, dressed in variations upon grey.
The impression was this: if you stuck a knife in both of them, or opened some secret body-valve, air would have come out of the hipster and blood would have come out of the old man.
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