Daily story, May 15, 2025

At the end of the movie was a poem, read in voiceover by the main character. I would have preferred to discover it in an old forgotten book, but still, I was grateful. That poem seemed to answer every question I had about my life, or at least to promise that they might have answers. The reviews all agreed: that overused bit of doggerel at the end was the garish hat on a worthless film. Nobody in the world needed to hear it again. But I did.