Earlier I spent a couple of hours pouring out a story here but before I could post it it disappeared off my screen. I was only writing it to make the point that I feel like a big THE END has been written across the screen of my life and the credits have rolled.
Time to leave my seat and live my own story – one I make up as I go and which doesn’t contain any tragedy or arty/postmodern intertextual references.
I know I cast and re-cast you all as characters in my own personal comedy, but even that has become a shallow and meaningless projection.
So Long to Thing One and his dastardly scheming and lying. Ditto to Mrs Potato Head, his partner in crime. Bye bye Daddy – thanks for nothing. Bogey Mum, do I know you? Catch you never Stupid Man and your friends The Pole Dancing Stalker and The Crazy Gemini (also known as just the plain old Stalker). I needed you and I never needed you – I was always worth a million of you. See that dust? Eat it. See that dot on the horizon – that’s me. There’s my happy ending.
Now drama belongs on the page, the screen and the stage and not in my life.
Curtains up, the lights are on.