Old is old. Some of the photographs are from old farms and some are from an old mining village. But they’re all old. We’re all getting old, unless you’re looking up at the roots of daisies. But if you’re still room temperature, you’re getting older. Although I don’t always feel room temperature. I’m cold a lot of the time. That doesn’t mean I’m dead, it just that it’s never warm enough. The rest of my household would disagree with me, but they’re wrong. One day after they’ve froze me to death they’ll realize we needed more heat.