don’t worry

I called her up and told her to come on over cos I was dying and she said you’re always dying, you’ve been dying your whole life and I said it’s true, I’ve been living in the end times all of my life, like a mouse in the shadow of a hawk all my life, and she said don’t worry about it too much – most of your life has gone already, its tail unravelling in the wind, you’ll hardly feel it, so much of it has happened already, the props being quietly dismantled while your back was turned. So she didn’t come over, and it really did start to look like I might be dying, and once I realised that she really wasn’t coming over, that nobody was coming over, that the shutters were down for the night, the idea of walking that last lonely mile began to scare me.

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