I seem to have understood this article even though i am at the green, smoky age age of 27. Don't thow me on the fire yet, I'll get in your eyes and throat, irritation all round. If mignuna throws away the reigns, it will never be forgiven, but i don't think that she thinks she ever held any. It was a mark of respect for youth, for its nuclear energy, its sweep and generalisation, something she is no longer capable of given her experience and character (things gained with age and with the move away from the body, from an appreciation of the house we live in, rather than its occupation and trashing, as all people who have lived a little will testify). I think that singularity, a definition is what becomes beautiful with age, a being that no one else can inhabit or understand at face value. The clothes will not tell it, nor the bar you go to. You wear it in your eyes and give it in the words you impart. Age in people who appreciate it is a gift to others as well as those who possess it