November 4, 2016 § 1 Comment
Halfway is somewhere between somewhere and somewhere, a nowhere of no description, a service station between where I was and where I want to be, a nondescript laminate table with a hot drink in a non-recyclable styrofoam cup and a book of sudoko puzzles for company bought for a quid in the newsagents that clones itself every 50 miles, that bears metre after metre of glossy reminders of how I don’t have that magazine smile or those carefully stage-managed home wares. Halfway is limbo, a place on the edge of hell where the last chance to beat the slow death of mediocrity resides. It’s the pause to regroup, the moment to swallow that last glug of a bitter, black journey, sweep up the car keys and move on.
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