Epilogue, a Ghost Story



How many stories begin at the end ?

She used to read all the beginnings of stories, then the ends, just to see how intention worked.



Life is loss,

Time is loss.

We have this feeling of going forwards, but, it's really a question of undoing.

What we have at our end is nothing.

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