The Beginning of the End

"Closing time

Time for you to go out to the places you will be from

Closing time

This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come

So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

I hope you have found a friend

Closing time

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."

 - Semisonic, Closing Time

Time is the slayer. It takes all we love and then it takes us. Time is the healer. It assuages the pain of loss and then is stops the pain. Not ironically, so does alcohol, particularly at the beginning or the end. Or, the middle.

We are the characters in the dramatic irony that is life. According to the Google, dramatic irony is “a literary technique, originally used in Greek tragedy, by which the full significance of a character's words or actions are clear to the audience or reader although unknown to the character.”  The joke is on us. We are the punch line in the play that is life.  And here I thought irony was supposed to be funny.

I would love to sit and chat about this, but that cabbage isn’t going to ferment itself into sauerkraut. No, that’s actually not a factually untrue metaphor. I have some lovely cabbages harvested from the garden yesterday. The cabbage, aged to perfection, will end in sauerkraut.

I have to get the cabbage shredded and add caraway seeds. Now, that’s a metaphor, bitches.

Photo credit: Derek Galon, his photo homage to Adrian Brouwer.