Knights Inn Flesherton
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... of a land that is painful and lovely and, in belonging to it, demands sacrifice. The last two days here are to be filled with goodbyes and hugs and packing and tidying and an end-of-season bowling party and my last shift on the desk. It is another limbo of sorts, the extended limbo of leave-taking. I don't handle endings all that well; I struggle with the emotions and sentimentality and become gruff and monosyllabic and push people from me. ...
... marker, signing people's keepsake flags. It was immensely fun, but also tiring in the end. A great big explosion of energy that insisted on resolving itself in the most painful way possible (I was covered in inexplicable bruises when I woke up). Finally at some point between 2 and 3 am, I went to bed by necessity as I was due back on the desk by 6:45 am. I woke up once more at 4:45 am to people yelling outside my door and, going to investigate, ...
... can be to remember the beginning of something at the very point that it draws to a close. Also about how nostalgia is like a curious sort of wasting disease and how the human heart can yearn passionately in silence forever. A curtain falls over a vista you have lived within, velvet and deep and true. The memory of what lies behind it can be thick and luxurious, touchable and heavy, but it is ultimately obscure. Sometimes muffled shadows move behind this ...
... something I wrote about once. So it is with the winter that is finishing. The old snow is now melting. Puddles expand into gritty lakes by the sides of the highways. Everything was frozen and then it wasn't, it was moving, it continues to transform. Everything is changing around me. The huge sheets of ice that have lain on the ground beneath my feet are rupturing, pulling apart and so I cannot trust my step anymore. And just as the ...
... curious footnote about ghosts. By this, I do not mean 'real' ghosts, of course; the mainstays of the genre, the ectoplasm that haunts attics in a sort of stupid, hilarious way or the movie-esque visitations of long-dead ancestors to prevent one from making a dreadful decision. No, not at all. I reserve my right to be superstitious and have an eternally open mind, but, much like my appreciation of the zodiac, my interest in the occult is aesthetic, scientific and mild. No pale ...