The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

There are signs that the age of petroleum has passed its zenith. Adjusted for inflation, a barrel of crude oil now sells for three times its long-run average. The large western oil companies, which cartellised the industry for much of the 20th century, are now selling more oil than they find, and are thus in the throes of liquidation.

I believe the true function of age is memory. I'm recording as fast as I can.