Mornings exist because the Earth rotates and not because the sun revolves around it. We make our own mornings and not made for us by others.

Morning will come, it has no choice.

Morning not only forgives, it forgets.

But anyone can begin. It was the part with all the promise, the potential, the things I loved. More and more, though, I was finding myself wanting to find out what happened in the end..

And in fact the only way I can deal with this eerie situation at all is to make a conscious decision that I have already lived and finished the life I planned to live - and everything from now on will be A New Life, a different thing, a gig that ends tonight and starts tomorrow morning.

Rather than turning the page, it's much easier to just throw the book away.