3 pictures of alpacas wearing hats that will distract you from the slow march of time that has consumed your youth and left you a hollow shell of the person you once were.

Here is Miles wearing a Santa hat! Look at the pure, unadulterated happiness in those deep, dark eyes! What can be more joyous than Christmas festivities? My first ever Christmas was all the way back in 1986. That’s ages ago now, of course. Many in my family with whom I celebrated the holiday are now in prison for embezzlement. I cannot recall the last time I visited them. My mind isn’t what it once was. Time. It is so fleeting.

Here’s Roger, having the time of his life while wearing a sombrero. Just like I did when I visited Mexico in 1999. Twenty-three whole years ago. In the years since, I have been married, sired two children who despise me, been divorced, developed a crippling gambling addiction, attempted to have my body donated to science after my eventual death only to be preemptively rejected with a tiny note saying ‘ew, no’… but, I’ll always have Mexico in ’99.

Here we have an elegant gentleman in a top hat. Abraham Lincoln used to wear these as well. He’s dead now. I will be too one day. Where does the time go? You don’t feel it pass as it happens. But it is happening. Time is the greatest killer and it comes for us all. Except for Lincoln who was killed with a bullet.