Proof of Life

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I lost my tweezers. Again. I know this because I am obsessed with tweezing my facial hair, which is now growing at a positively unprecedented rate, in thick, black stubs. Like the old wive’s tale (of which I am now one?), I pick one, and five grow in its place.

Proof of life, proof of time. I am getting older.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about what i…