I hate the word 'Thursday' now.
Because if I see it at the top of the Pillbox I know there have been no updates.
Like Miss Havisham's stopped clock, that 'Thursday' means Time has frozen at the Pillbox.
Seeing that 'Thursday' is like arriving at an old friend's house and finding entrance barred by a locked wrought-iron gate. All we know is that they have gone ---- but where to? And will they ever return?
Posted by mark at October 16, 2003 06:15 PM | TrackBackI'm the same, tho' I don't feel good about myself for keep going back there like Greyfriars Bobby.
Bloody rude really, disappearing like that esp. as one of the great things about PILL BOX was IP's heartfelt-ness: about love and good friends and decent behaviour towards one's fellows...then not even so much as a goodbye (or a don't bother coming back here). Unless the impenetrable Rilke poem was it...
Posted by: peter at October 17, 2003 09:20 AMHey, I'm not having a go at Ian; just registering sadness. I'll continue to loiter hopefully around the Pillbox until told, finally and definitively, that there will be no more.
Posted by: mark k-punk at October 17, 2003 07:09 PM