Thursday, February 24, 2011
A Life's Punctuation; the Full Stop.
That is the last cup of tea.
It, more than anything else, signals the End of an Era. That's the last of the milk. Once it's drunk I'm going to turn the fridge off, and that will be it.
I feel I should say something about the importance of true and vigorous independence, what it means to call time and space your own without compromise, and, I don't know, stuff, but I am tired in many different ways. My heart is sore, my mind is confused, and I have nothing in me.
So, I will drink my last cup of tea as I have done on many evenings.
And watch the flying foxes come out at dusk.
One last time.