imaginari

In Cape Town, there’s a saying that sneaks up on you somewhere between your last thought of “I’m still young” and your first pair of Clicks reading glasses: “Brille en Pille.” Short, punchy, and lekker accurate. This phrase isn’t uttered with cruelty, far from it. It’s delivered with a wink, a nod, and a shared understanding that ageing is inevitable, and being nostalgic for youth is, well… a waste of time. It’s simply a constant in your orbit… cousin’s WhatsApp groups, high school reunion chats, and all those spaces where you expect to be lolled with. So, we acknowledge it together: moving forward, life will be centred around dodgy eyesight and even dodgier joints… and that’s okay. One day, you’re reading menus in restaurants without a second thought. The next, you’re holding the menu like it’s a treasure map you need to decode. You tilt your head, squint, and blame the lighting. Eventually, you surrender, take out your phone, snap a pic, zoom in on the offending thing muttering s...