End of the Line

We call it the end of the line. Perhaps we brag about how nice it is there. Perhaps we complain about how hard it is to get there, or how it was so easy we didn't even notice it was happening. In any case, there is an ocean beyond. Always there is something beyond. In absolute reality, there is no end to anything. Everything goes on to the next thing. As do we. And the next thing for me is to call the plumber, because he's late.

10 February 2026
Texas Jim
Prospect, Nova Scotia