Who breaks the thread?

Who breaks the thread -

the one who pulls, the one who holds on?

History repeats itself - first time as tragedy, the second time as ... as a very lonely, ignored, forgotten, and sad tragedy. Don't believe? See the first time here. And the second time? O you sweet innocent idiot!

So this 2019... I have written a lot of blog-posts this year... as many as reaching back to the 2012 score. But don't worry... no other records will be broken. All the records stop here. They will standstill. Now. Forever.

Why, You ask? Well, as I told someone, and as always, I will repeat myself, Here, Again:

You'll know the moment you know that you cannot know. There ain't no right or wrong answers. There are not even right or wrong questions.
Relationships (and life) are not about winning or losing, holding or pulling, remembering or forgetting...
The only important thing is that the thread is broken... all threads break... all things fall apart... and at the end, all men die (which doesn't imply that all men live.)

Well... what else to say but sing away in shadows with the good ol' pal of sad moods - Leonard Cohen:

And I loved you

when our love was blessed

And I love you

now there's nothing left

But sorrow

and a sense of overtime

And I missed you

since the place got wrecked

And I just don't care

what happens next

Looks like freedom

but it feels like death

It's something in between,

I guess

It's closing time!