I found this to be strangely comforting. I will grow old and wear out like a garment. Like the stairwell light switch, my inner circuit breakers won't work so reliably or maybe they won't work at all. Like my laundry room floor, my looks will show wear and tear, to say nothing of neglect. Like some of those beloved garments in the back of the closet, my fabric will become thin and worn; eventually it won't be of much use to anyone, least of all to me.
— Margaret Guenther, Just Passing Through: Notes from a Sojourner