Oliver Burkeman:
"Just as there will be a final occasion on which I pick up my son - a thought that appals me, but one that's hard to deny, since I surely won't be doing it when he's thirty - there will be a last time that you visit your childhood home, or swim in the sea, or make love, or have a deep conversation with a certain close friend. Yet usually there'll be no way to know, in the moment itself, that you're doing it for the last time."
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