And the days go by and go by, and what do they add up to? They don’t … culminate. They don’t build to anything. They’re not going anywhere.
Should they be going anywhere?
It’s life in deferment, right? Nothing can be finished. Nothing can be done definitively. Nothing can be accomplished. Not once and for all.
The unending end. The end that can have no ending to being the end. Ending can never end. Yet it’s still an end.
Work in Progress 