A young woman gave up her seat to me on the metro. Very nice of her but not familiar territory for me.
I will no doubt try to rationalise it by the fact that I was weighed down with a heavy rucksack, which might have caught someone in the face. Better to be sat down.
I am 'old' but probably it is only other old people who understand that the elements of decay are just external.
The me inside is perennially around 30. There isn't a me inside which is 'old'.
To say that there is a feeling of being trapped would be an overstatement. It creeps up very gradually. But there is a sense of disconnect. The two states don't match up.