Suddenly an overwhelming sense of failure flooded me.
Now It’s Gone.
And that’s the story of every thought and feeling and sensation and imagining that happens inside my brain when I think about it. And yours too, I suspect.
From the darkest and most despairing. To the delightful. To the sordid. To the trivial. To the romantic. To the painful. To the erotic. To the joyful.
Till the end.
So…
…well, I’m not sure what my conclusion is today.
Should there always be one?