N: When I am old, and I walk into an antique store, I’m afraid my only reaction will be “I liked it better new.” In part because when it was new, it was NEW. And in part because by then it will smell moldy and have a film of greasy dust that makes me think of ancient sheds out back that are waiting to decompose. I’ll look around the place, think about inflation, and then tell anyone at the bus stop who will listen what the glory days were really like. And I didn’t even make it to Glastonbury ‘97.
