Only a few hours remain of this adventure. It is true that I will return to New Zealand
again, but that will be a separate adventure disconnected by the passage of
time and age. It feels as if my world
has been getting smaller over that last few weeks, with a maddening reduction
towards the end. With each goodbye,
there was one less element of my world.
With each last trip to a certain shop, or last drive past a certain
landmark, the everyday elements and activities which constituted my life have
been trimmed from my branches. This has
left me repeatedly less elements to give my world mass and substance. As I sit here at the airport I feel as though
the past three and a half years of magic have become confused in to one single
past event. All the memories, all the
people, the job, and the places are all now in one single box. And the universe is about to close the lid.
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