the only option: keep going

The day passed like the old man who died in his ragged gray underwear. No one was watching. Yesterday's chicken was reheated for dinner. And no one was there to speak to the old man, so the meal was silent. Bland chicken and bland peas. Then the sun slipped down and slowly the room grew dark. That happens a tiny bit at a time, like old age creeping in. …
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