one of the buses i can catch to uni goes through a retirement village. seeing a place filled with old people who can barely walk, with their hairy ears, tweed trousers, floral dresses and thick woolly sweaters (which are for some odd reason still worn throughout summer) - and the reality that they are all going to die in this run down, dilapidated residence is quite depressing. if i become old, i dont want to be put there.