Turn of the century.

I remember being baffled as a kid, that people born in a different century might still be alive. 

Not really taking into consideration how close to the end of a century that birth might have occurred. 

Then again, I am also a late-last-century birth. 

I wonder if I will grow to be unfathomably old, an object of interest. 

I wonder what questions I’ll be pestered with. 

Do you remember the war?

The rise of fascism?

The horror?

A peculiarity of time, it’s cyclical. 

See, those are the same questions we asked our old guy. 

Same questions, same problems. 

Seen it all before.

Round and around. 

Same ham joint in the background of scooby doo, same wedge of cheese. 

Turn of the century,

360 degrees.