unfinished

No not last for in not finishing one is always relevant, always loved, always a glittering beast at the edge of a velvet curtain at the dawn of a new era amongst the dregs of humanity in the heart of the sort of figure who records uninteresting things in a compelling way.

No, not last, not finished for the sake of aesthetic continuity, for the sake of always having a reason for everything, always justifying terrible situations, always describing one's self as such on first dates which one never thinks of as first dates because one never goes on dates because one is secretly the reincarnation of an ancient warlord who, of course, would never go on dates or finish anything that isn't a battle but now nothing is a battle, Thank God.