The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Friday, 23 October 2015
Snippets. Snippets. All my life is snippets. From here to the grave every bit of it is snippets. Like shards of glass shattered into tidbits. I remember a smattering of fragments, family gatherings that would've been improved by my absence. Specks of every part I wasted, culminating in regrets that I have tasted. But now I'm far too old to remember, and well, it's very nearly my December.