If the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, how does it end?
The same, of course. Not one more, and not one less.
Sitting here is this perished-and-peeling bereft-of-soul mass-produced chair on the balcony outside my room-with-a-view across from its now-cold sibling which you vacated just a short-but-somehow-achingly-long while ago, I find myself once more with a surfeit of time to think.
But since time is something I feel I have an abundance of, whereas sleep has been something in deficit, I will claim just a little more for one at the expense of the other and leave you in suspense. For once you are both the subject, article, indeed both the BDO and its recipient in this narrative, I can think of nothing more perfect than to capture the thread of catharsis-interruptus, roll it in a ball, and dangle it tantalisingly just out of reach whilst you gaze back across an intangible border thinking:
"Please sir, I want some more," (I prithee, more).
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