It’s not so hard to say goodbye. True, the mind bleeds a little, but if you don’t part your hair too deep nobody will mention it. And true, the ego aches like a tooth with sugar in it when it accepts at long last an alien perfection, but still the goodbyes will be made, and not from such a long way off as you thought. We’re only over here, climbing the shining reflection of the rickety ladder that gave way under you, our boots snapping through the rungs with the sound of a machine gun. Look! that’s a smile on the skull. Last year we thought that only hypocrites did that to their mouths.