It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over

by Anne de Marcken

It is sadness. Not a sadness, but sadness. All of it. The whole history of sadness. Everything in me is sad and everything around me is a part of it.

It is clear there is no simple beginning or simple ending. Every live thing is the history and future of all dead things. Every dead thing is the future of all live things.

All the imaginary firsts and the world going on as if it weren’t already too late.

This sadness is not an empty church and not an empty house. It is the whole empty world and I am in it and it is in me.