this morning #1966.

this morning, staring into the mirror at the man he’d become, wondering if this moustache was still a good look for the times we’re in, noticing that a critical mass of greys had moved into his once flourishing head of hair, he slumped his shoulders. involuntarily. while he didn’t feel explicitly bad about aging, a lot of time’s passed since the era when he felt confident in his appearance. for a while, when he looked in the mirror, he was able to ignore what he saw before him. replaced that vision with the younger version of himself. a version that easily attracted anyone he wanted. to make this current version work, he’ll have to adjust. update. maybe shave off the moustache. dye his hair. age down & rebrand.