This is the end. The beginning. The end. What it all means is not for us to know. It is for history to decide. All we can do is play the parts as written. All we can know is ourselves.
Can you hear the desert sing?
I am not alone.
Sooner or later we will all meet our Jim Lindsay. And he will ask us what we have done. And what will you say? Will you confess?
We could also call our Jim Lindsay Joe Black. Sooner or later we will all have our rendezvous with Joe Black. Or our date with Jane White, whatever you prefer. It is inevitable.
I don't know what I am writing here. My eyes just feel sore and fall shut in shorter turns.
Bedtime is an ocean, not a river. Now you understand the true meaning of bedtime.
And the fortune cookie says,
Can you hear the desert sing?
I am not alone.
Sooner or later we will all meet our Jim Lindsay. And he will ask us what we have done. And what will you say? Will you confess?
We could also call our Jim Lindsay Joe Black. Sooner or later we will all have our rendezvous with Joe Black. Or our date with Jane White, whatever you prefer. It is inevitable.
I don't know what I am writing here. My eyes just feel sore and fall shut in shorter turns.
Bedtime is an ocean, not a river. Now you understand the true meaning of bedtime.
And the fortune cookie says,
You can also overcome an obstacle by avoiding it.
Today is Monday, the 22nd of November 2021.
🏜🏝🏜🏝🏜🏝🏜
»Please Stand By«, the antagonist says.
»Bedtime Is Here«, says the protagonist.
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