* And it’s over now, I realise. And I accept this now, as I should have accepted and given in more than a decade ago. And when was this never the case? An upper middle-aged man, now on his second mid-life crisis. A man realising his limitations, and facing unwillingly his own mortality. A man unable to properly face his own end. A man who lived for everyone, and got no one at all. A man who, in the last analysis, never was quite a man.
And this is the tale I needed to tell. And now I see the telling is finally done.