The end is important in all things (II)

The ending of a body of work is like coming to the end of a good but difficult book: I wish I could stay in the world created by the work but the work itself expels me.

At the end of a series or a cycle there are no victorious trumpets and no certainty, at least for me. If a trumpet were to be heard it would be a little one, made of plastic, with a strident ironic sound. Instead of the sounds of victory, the ending of a series brings the confetti of doubt and regrets, questions about the works in the world, and ambivalence about parting with things I wish to keep.