has the ending begun, and what is ending.

all that shit about war and revelations, life feels more fragile than ever, and all that stuff is so remote, it's all about one dog.

somehow i know the end of you is the end of me.

maybe it's not the end, there are lots of false endings in life, there was that end i started out with, a marriage that took twelve years to finally give up it's ghost, so that i don't know how to assess an ending. it's a mystery hid from children.

an intermediate being are we.

please come back.