I recently included as a series of articles my diary from a few years ago (I wonder if you’ve remained stripy or if)
The diary was from a particularly odd time for me. A time of great happiness and great sadness.
I’m not sure if that’s not what it’s all about. The fact that we are more prone to notice other people when we are happy or sad means that times of strong emotion in both directions seem to go together.
We seem to love situations where there is an ending or a resolution but at the same time we tend to have situations where we actually get what we desire. Only through death do we get a final conclusion. The thing that seems missing from every story. The ending to which you can never do justice.
