The lizard wakes up and finds he's the last lizard alive. His family and friends
are all gone. Those he didn't like, those
who picked on him in school are also
gone. The lizard is all alone. He
misses his family and friends. Even his
enemies. It's better being with your
enemies than being alone. That's what
he thought. Staring at the sunset, he thinks:
What is the point in living, if I don't have
anyone to talk to? But even that thought
doesn't mean anything when you're the last lizard.
— Yukio Mishima, 三島 由紀夫, 1925-1970
Hi - I really like what you write. You should write more often. Use some pictures if you can.
ReplyDeleteAre you Canadian?
Hi Pup, I love what you write too.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'm a hyphened Canadian. Thanks for the encouragement. I used 2 of my own paintings in the post. Hope you like them.