I really enjoyed this – a fine example of the little explored world of poetic prose.
Reminded me of the kind of lyric Sondheim might write, which can only be a good thing, and it certainly got me thinking, and questioning.
For example, if you argue that life and all the relationships we foster throughout are insignificant points of indulgence among the frenetic pace of this planet we call Earth, doesn’t it all end a lot sooner than when we die? Doesn’t it end, literally and metaphorically, when we say goodbye?
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