flâneur

Aging anxieties 🎂 - by Baron Ryan - americanbaron

americanbaron.substack.com · 1,269 words · saved by 2 readers

FROM ABOUT 18 TO 26 all anxieties were about what I would do with myself, until very suddenly, those anxieties shifted from, “what do I do with my life?” to “what I have done with my life?” I’m sitting here in the alps in Switzerland. Soft German sounds politely float by. This restaurant serves bratwurst and coffee for about thirty francs—it’s the retail price of neutrality. This is my view from where I am writing. I flew Swiss Air and they tried to sell me a watch on the plane. Funny enough, all that neutrality and they’re absolute Nazis about being on time. If you’re late to anything they call the police. If the Americans were any more late to the War, they would have been charging us interest to keep German gold. It was foggy on the way up here to the alps in Saas-Fee. An old hiker I shared a gondola with asked me what I thought of the fogged view, and I said, “what view?” and he said, “no view is the view.” They speak in those funny little impromptu proverbs, the Swiss. But there a

🎧 read with this playlist FROM ABOUT 18 TO 26 all anxieties were about what I would do with myself, until very suddenly, those anxieties shifted from, “what do I do with my life?” to “what I have done with my life?” I’m sitting here in the alps in Switzerland. Soft German sounds politely float by. This restaurant serves bratwurst and coffee for about thirty francs—it’s the retail price of neutrality. This is my view from where I am writing. I flew Swiss Air and they tried to sell me a watch on the plane. Funny enough, all that neutrality and they’re absolute Nazis about being on time. If…

saved by

related reading