And so it comes, my last entry in my Booksie mini-series.
As this mini-series comes to an end, so do many other things in my life. Let's tally them up shall we?
An end to chasing after fantasies.
An end to correspondence with strangers.
An end to thinking of past attachments.
An end to posting on Booksie.
And every new beginning comes from some new beginnings end, right? So I suspect that this end will be the beginning of something new as well. But not here.
And so I say with the Bard,
"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow"