This was the most concerning line as it makes me believe that the author has fully accepted a death as he is. I feel as if I am missing something however, and that it cannot possibly be that simple.

I chose this line because of the thought of measuring out your life seems like quite a sad thing. It makes me think that the narrator does not quite value his own life. It also makes me think that the narrator is currently over the hill, and thinks that death is coming.

I chose this line as I don't quite understand what is meant by yellow fog, it's quite confusing. It has provoked my thoughts as to what is meant by yellow fog.