Now seems a obedient time to disappear back over the old-fashioned year and tie up any narrative loose ends I left dangling,either through error or exigencyAs I copy some hastily scribbled appointments into my new diary for next year, I am shocked to discover I have somewhere I’m supposed to be exactly a year from now, or in December 2016. Once,the future held only mystery and opportunity in 12 months, I could be living a new life in a new country, and possibly with a new identity – but no more. I already know where I’m going to be on this day next year. I’m going to be in Sevenoaks.
With the future pinned down,now seems a obedient time to disappear back over the old-fashioned year and tie up any narrative loose ends I left dangling, either through error or exigency. It’s my way of pushing the wonky shopping trolley of 2015 into the canal of Whatever. Bear with me.
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Source: theguardian.com