The inexorable deadening of my senses

Simon Goss
Published in
4 min readMar 2
Photo by Peter Hammer on Unsplash

I feel diminished. My senses blunt. Here, in middle age, I perceive life as if from inside an old fashioned diver’s suit. My vision clouded by my breath on the glass in front of my face, my hearing dulled by the thick brass of the helmet and my fingers numbed by the heavy gloves I wear. But it wasn’t always like this. A sentence in a book reminds me of how…