I am ageing.
I don't perform with less than 7 hours of daily sleep.

I am balding.
There is a patch with much lesser hair.

I have filled with so much Angst.

The worst part is,
Knowing it mostly comes from having expectations.
All these quarter-life angst,
Is probably to make up for,
All the years of teenage angst I never had.

Why don't people say Hi,
When they see a friend's friend?

Why don't lighting designers,
Feel an obligation to give light,
To those who are living without electricity at night?
Is lighting design only for the rich?

Why why why why why.
So many questions,
So little answers.
[And so little time to find answers.]