I felt an echo from my past today, someone I’d left for dead, and good riddance, at an international airport post box on my way out of town years ago.
Whether what I saw were his words, or the ugly remnant of an undiagnosed personality disorder transferred by blood one generation down the line, the effect was the same. Like seeing an old girlfriend decades later and afterward thinking, ‘I felt nothing.’
I moved on without feeling the change. Adieu.