Winona Ryder Getting Older, A Meditation on Mortality

Winona Ryder getting older is a reality none of us thought we'd have to confront. It's terrible, our aging whimsy and consummate mortality. She cannot bear the bright light, as we, being stricken, turn from her fallen cheeks, no longer capable of such winsome elocution. All of us, having been born unto this generation, neither lost, nor why, will quit this mortal coil as we threw off our flannel and Doc Martens. She is our herald and original. She crumbles before us, back into ashes and ether and dust. She came first and will be gone forever soon enough, as will we eventually.Winona Ryder, please don't make a return. I could not bear to see you as a wronged first wife, or editor.