Smoke and stupidity (excerpts).

…I spoke to other people in the dream about you, but strangely enough, you never showed up. You were never in it.

And that’s such an apt metaphor, isn’t it? Most of this… thing with us is more so about the whispers and nods and allusions (illusions!) around it rather… THE THING ITSELF. This is about the reflection rather than the reality, the hazy mirror rather than the man. THIS is all smoke and stupidity.

In the midst of all this though, I am pulling inside the smoke to draw out the kindling that had started the fire. Because there are coals in there - some more potent than others - and as I write this I am hoping that they will start cooling down in my palm as I finally begin to throw them away.

So, for the last time… this is our story.