Is this it? It’s the end of everything, and all I can do is sit here alone and watch TV while the seconds tick away. Pathetic.
Trouble was, what else was he supposed to do? Until a couple of days ago things had been very different. Sure, he’d had an equal lack of direction and he’d been no more motivated, but back then it hadn’t seemed to matter. His motto had been why do it today when you can put it off until tomorrow ? Well now there was only one tomorrow left to defer things to.
But what was the point of trying to do anything? What would it achieve? His bucket-list – not that he’d ever seriously considered making one – would remain frustratingly un-ticked. If he wrote the best song in history tonight, would it even matter now that history was scheduled to end the day after tomorrow an
