the culmination of these life-punctuations giving perspective on we four for so long formed a heavy full-stop on our association - nearly going very wrong and inking through everything that had gone before - a last chance to do so many things, but everything to be regained i wished to lose; and as we paced away our final evening, my childhood began to diffuse into the misty creekside wood and disappear, leaving me not measuring up to my past, and with so much still to fear.
