Friday, January 12, 2018

End of the Line


There you are in the meeting, your eyes on your notebook, looking down your nose through the reading glasses you need to see anything closer than three feet in front of your scrunched-up face. Everyone else is on a laptop or tablet or I-Phone or MP3 player or some other form of screen. People in front move in and out of the light of a projector that clicks through slides of a PowerPoint that no one is paying attention to, and you think to yourself this is it. You are there. Done. By far you are the oldest person in the room, and the topic of the meeting is one you could recite in your sleep. But nobody wants to know what you think. You are yesterday's news, the doddering old geezer that never got off the ground or won any awards or made it big in the world of letters. That's just the way it goes sometimes. One only hopes you know better than to stick around any longer than absolutely necessary.

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