Age in the Age of Plastics

I watched a man turn 90 the other day. He was sitting down and --* pop *-- the earth finished it's 90th revolution of the sun with his fleshy matter aboard for the ride. I had never seen anyone turn 90 as it is a rare site. I looked closely, not sure what to expect, only to find that 90 looks similar to 89. Then I was thinking, if 90 looks similar to 89, does 89 look similar to 88? If 89 looks similar to 88 shouldn't 90 look similar to 88? Simple flawless logic would then lead us down a long line which would be abbreviated by saying 90 looks similar to 12. I suppose if perhaps he had slipped in a bit of plastic surgery, we could even say 90 looks very similar to a character in Spirited Away.

Believe it or not, its not even silly to think within these lines. As long as you don't watch a 90 year old man stand up or sit down, they are still the same beast that roamed the hills 78 years ago. They still dream and hug and get scared of dark hallways. They still stick their finger in the cake icing and marvel at professional athletes and squint to blur the sparkling fireflies in the distance. Old man and child both turn their head to peek at a beautiful woman and both quickly turn their head back in fear of getting caught. Old man and child both lay their head down at night, look up at the ceiling and think to themselves, "why bother flossing?"