One year ago come suppertime, you waltzed into my life. Funny how I didn't fancy you right away. Funny how three months later I was introducing you to my whole tribe and we were planning houses, babies and various merriments. Funny how precisely six months ago we trainwrecked. Funny how I'll be climbing onstage almost exactly at the minute you came off your bus 12 months ago.
I picked a tarot card yesterday, it was Death. I tell myself that life, like water, like love, like art, like beauty, are never wasted. They all change states constantly. Or better yet, their state is constant change. And so we move through space and time… no pilots on that ship of fools.
