The invite to my Class Reunion had, as well as the invite, a hand written letter from Sophie, who had been Class President and all that. Her letter was to the point, as she said she wanted to make sure I understood that she, along with everyone else, would love to see me there. And that she understood how I hated marking the passages of time, how I never celebrated birthdays or wore a watch or anything, but for everyone else’s sake, would I please attend?
I crumpled them both up. What good is marking any time to an immortal?