I have a spate of ruined relationships. A walk through the history of my love-life is akin to a walk through a wrecking yard.
Old beaten up sedans, late model sports cars, the odd van and a 4WD or two.
Bits and pieces everywhere; and now mostly junk.
Some parts are useful and recyclable though. Others? Well they’re best left alone to gather dust and attract rust until vestiges at best remain.
But the more intimate acquaintances one’s had, and the more they want. It is a self-replicating, self-sporening spiral into decadence and destitution.
Thankful am I that my trailer stopped short of that circus.