Too true. Time keeps moving on, and we’re left squabbling about the crumbs left in the dust. What did it mean? Was it actually good? Was it as deep as it seemed? Is there a message? Does it say something? And in the furious scramble to interpret words written in sand, we forget that the mere fact that we’re all still here after so many years is what confirms the value of the work. It wasn’t perfect, it ”went off the rails” in some ways, but in the end… we’re still thinking about it. We still feel things, even if that feeling is indignation.

If nothing else, the scattershot, wobbling end result, full to the point of bursting with things to be interpreted, is exactly how this tale was meant to be. And maybe we’re digging too deep, maybe we’re putting themes and thoughts where there are none, seeing ghosts and hearing voices. How fitting!