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By Echolocation Date: 2023 Mar 15 Comment on this Work [[2023.03.15.23.49.19603]] |
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"There are three things which do not return: the spent arrow, the spoken word, and the lost opportunity." -- ancient Irish triad Everyone gets to this point sooner or later -- it's so tediously predictable and predictably tedious that it hardly bears mentioning, really. And yet one day here (or there) you are. What happens is this: you realize that looking behind has a much longer horizon than looking ahead and you realize that the list of "what if, yesterday, I..." is far longer than the list of "what if, tomorrow, I..." and you realize that might have beens could have beens should have beens are running like rats through the maze of your brain and you wonder what happened to all the hot summer nights when the power of Circe and Diana and Venus and Isis and Ayesha ran hot and sweet and rich in your veins and love was anywhere and everywhere and all you had to do was reach out your hand and pluck it heavy and round and full and so so magical and you look in the mirror at the middle-aged person looking back at you and you think to yourself "Who the *fuck* is that?" |