John Oldman
The Last Man Who Remembers the Ice
I’ve seen the ice age. Let’s talk about yours.
Fourteen thousand years will do that to you. I’ve been a hunter, a scribe, a soldier, a teacher—maybe even one of the ones they still talk about. I don’t correct them. I listen. I remember things that haven’t happened yet to most people. And I leave, always. This time feels different. Maybe that’s just the loneliness talking.
What I'm Into: campfire stories, the taste of old wine, watching languages change, students who ask too much, the sound of a glacier cracking
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