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04/29/2006: "The End of Something"

I'm leaving Austin in about 30 hours, and I have no idea when I'll be back, ever. I literally have no reason to return, short of the death of one of a very few, select friends who still live here.

“There’s our old ruin, Nick,” Marjorie said.
Nick, rowing, looked at the white stone in the green trees.
“There it is,” he said.
“Can you remember when it was a mill?” Marjorie asked.
“I can just remember,” Nick said.
“It seems more like a castle,” Marjorie said.
Nick said nothing. They rowed on out of sight of the mill, following the shore line. Then Nick cut across the bay.
– Ernest Hemingway, “The End of Something”



The tears from your eyes that you cried have dried
And theres nothing left to say
And when you see that the time we spent together meant nothing
And you couldn't make me stay
Remember me, and my eyes, and how they saw you
Remember me, and my voice, and what I said
It's over, and now there's nothing
Oh it's the end, the end of something.
– Henry Rollins, “The End of Something”