It’s been said old age isn’t for sissies. But the young sometimes are curious about what life looks like as the end nears. One old wit suggested stuffing cotton in your ears, smearing Vaseline on your glasses, and putting gravel in your shoes to find out. But that doesn’t really get to the psychological dimensions. Perhaps Marcel Marceau’s “The Box” better illustrates this principle as the remaining space seniors have to explore grows ever smaller:
THE BOX
