There is only one end

I walk back toward the office and I am displaced and shaky. My head is swimming, my body in space. I am near the end and the prospect frightens me. The conclusion. The resolution.

That which is resolved, is no more.

It will never be again.



I deny myself the experience, the pleasure of the journey, to delay the inevitable close. I keep it at bay.

Instead of ache, now there is just empty, missing. It’s not the same

But I want to…

...

To devour a thing, but still have that thing to devour. The promise of more devouring….
Unspoilt and unexpected.

I get it. Finally. That cake thing…


It’s about torture. Impossibilities. Unattainabilities.

I can have the world but only once.