One day I shall have to bid farewell to this thing I’ve got used to calling ‘me.’ I have the feeling that I’m going to be reluctant to let go, since I’ve become attached to it. But I won’t have any choice, and others will have no choice but to dispose of the shell that was once somebody they knew.
When that act of disposal becomes a pressing necessity, I want this to be playing. I want no flights of angels to sing the lullaby. This will do just fine.
I don’t feel as sombre as I probably sound. When I typed the post title I accidentally hit two keys at once, so it read 'Goodnight Sweety.' Got to laugh, haven't you?
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