Honestly, I’m still not over this. I know I should be, but I’m not.
This notice was like a ghost which might visit someone during the night. The ghost of what might have been. The ghost of seven years of work. The ghost of cultural decay camouflaged by tuxedos, evening gowns, pearls, champagne.
So, I dismiss the alert, and get back to life.
But, I just really thought it would be different.