Bookends – real things or metaphors, serve as [brackets] capturing the stuff of life ..
On our shelves.
[Like morning. Like night.]
Good morning, good night.
So routine – like nods hello to neighbours we never talk with.
Greetings of good morning, of good night, of hello and goodbye, important far beyond our usual casual indifference. We forget them, have left them behind in pursuit of other things – racing through a task, text and turmoil riddled day. These niceties of human relationships matter. They are not just the glue but rather they are the solid things to which we can attach the glue that holds things together.
Things we ‘put on the shelf’ need attention in some form; either to be discarded, or to be dusted off – then placed carefully.
