If you’re planning to absolve people, don’t when I’m here. I don’t want to see it. Every action should be tangible, not about an almost feeling, and I may be heathen for saying it – I’ve read the verses I know you’ll refer to – but it’s not a crime to like concrete. To imagine a time before phone signals and airwaves and radio frequency.
You say absolution’s important and I don’t disagree aloud because I don’t know who’s listening and I don’t want to give the impression I’m only into absolutes, that there isn’t room for grey matter. I think I mean grey area.
I used to hope for resolution, ultimates, ultimatums, endings to take pride in. Instead, it all peters unexpectedly and hope’s quashed like mashed squash, potato, and the seasons you’d hoped to see after are entities which exist in imagination only.