I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
In old age we are like a batch of letters that someone has sent. We are no longer in the past, we have arrived.
Well, I don't think I've ever consciously come up with tricks and tools to, kind of, hide. I do think I'm a bit more vigilant, in terms of safety issues and things. And sometimes it is kind of nice to try to hold onto your anonymity.