Start as I Should End. My Vision.
These conversations with myself will need a beginning, middle and end. I suspect the end will be when my light has gleamed an instant and it is night once more.
That sounds morbid. But it’s not meant to be. And I’m definitely not that way inclined. When I was seventeen I studied Beckett’s Waiting for Godot. It wasn’t that it had one of those teenage profound effects on me. My interpretation just set me off on adulthood with what I appreciate now as being a relatively unlimiting set of beliefs. Read more…
