Rushing in the morning because you’re worried that you couldn’t catch the bus in time to get in time to wherever you needed to be that morning. In a great hurry much later in the night because you’re worried you would miss the last bus to get back home from wherever you went earlier in the morning.
If that isn’t life, I don’t know what is.
“Yes, ” said Wavey. “Same with Herold. It’s like you feel to yourself that’s all you deserve. And the worse it gets the more it seems true, that you got it coming to you or it wouldn’t be that way. You know what I mean?”
For if Jack Buggit could escape form the pickle jar, if a bird with a broken neck could fly away, what else might be possible? Water may be older than light, diamonds crack in hot goat’s blood, mountaintops give off cold fire, forests appear in mid-ocean, it may happen that a crab is caught with the shadow of a hand on its back, that the wind be imprisoned in a bit of knotted string. And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery.
The least an idle blog is capable of is to recognize a new year when one comes. So, cheers! Looking forward to the next one where we will not to be there where we can see more people to last in the back of our mind for the rest of the year.