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I posted something about this a couple of hours ago, then deleted it as it felt... wrong, somehow. But I want to post something about it again now, or at least mention it so that it's there and I've got my head around it a little better. And, I suppose, it links in, in a very small way, to something you've just said, ibis - about what's not possible.
Just found out that an old friend died at the weekend. Riding his motorbike, car crashed into him. I think at the weekend, anyway - the phone call came out of the blue and I wasn't really capable of taking much of it in.
I hadn't spoken to him for about five years - not for any reason, just because we drifted pretty quickly - and I'd only known him for the two before that. But we shared a house for one of those two years and he was, I'd like to think, a good friend at the time.
And every now and then over those last few years, I've thought, yeah, it'd be nice to get in touch again, see how he's getting on. He was a nice guy. We had a laugh. I'd like to know if that was something that'd happen if we met up again. Only, we never did, because as soon as I thought about it, I forgot.
And now it won't ever happen, because it can't. And I'm trying not to think about that so much, because it makes the world quite a lot emptier than it was before. |
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