Why does one go about looking for ‘Endings’?
Happy endings, sad endings, knobbly endings, barely there endings. Any ending. As if what lies between a start and an end isn’t real and what IS real is that one full stop. A closure. Why is this search such a big part of human nature as if we can barely remember that midway is good enough as well. Why is the fate of a movie almost always determined by the way it ends, sweeping away all the wonderful, human moments it might have contained.
‘The End’ is just a small part of the complete story. Its about time we noticed how little space those two words occupy in the entire book.