some mornings... I sit at the kitchen table shaking salt into the hairs on my arm, and a feeling shoves up in me: it's finished. Everything went past without me.
We stand there, quiet. My questions all seem wrong: How did you get so old? Was it all at once, in a day, or did you peter out bit by bit? When did you stop having parties? Did everyone else get old too, or was it just you? Are other people still here, hiding in the palm trees or holding their breath underwater? When did you last swim your laps? Do your bones hurt? Did you know this was coming and hide that you knew, or did it ambush you from behind?
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What this quote means
This quote reflects on aging and the passage of time, questioning the gradual changes we experience in life.
In this quote, Jennifer Egan explores the complexities of aging and the existential thoughts that arise as we contemplate our mortality. It raises questions about the nature of aging, the changes in our lifestyle, and how we perceive the passage of time. The questioning tone suggests a deep concern for not just the individual’s experience of aging, but also for the relationships and connections with others as life progresses. The imagery of hidden people and memories evokes a sense of nostalgia and introspection about life's transitions.
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In a poetry reading, one may use this quote to introduce themes of aging and reflection.
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