Wednesday, January 17, 2007
the leaving train
There's a moment for leaving, that moment when, if you just turn and exit, you can accomplish a clean cut. I somehow always miss that point. As a result, I'm left with jagged, stuttering endings and overlaps, and frayed memories that sully my pasts. I've missed a leaving train more than once in my life, and had to hitch a ride out. And that, I've found, is not always the quickest way away.
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That's quite moving really. Don't know if you intended it that way. (And "moving", let me tell you, is pushing the envelope for a stoically unsentimental Australian man!)
I think knowing the right moment for leaving might be like knowing when to disown your alcoholic father, which is not really knowing, more willing (or something).
For what it's worth.
Uffff....how many times have i lost the leaving train? Perdà la cuenta me parece.
But if we lost it,its because we werent meant to be in it.
There must have been something we had to find by avoiding the shortcut.
miss you!
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