I made another long-winded analogy today. This one was about Hillary not leaving the race.
"The worst thing in the world is when an entertainer doesn’t know when the show is over. The audience is gone, the lights are down, you’re getting ready to cut the mics off and you are still on the stage singing. It’s over, it’s all right, it’s over. Come sing another day, but this show is over for Sen. Clinton.”
The paper didn't print the rest of the quote...
"You finally step off stage and wander through the dark halls back to your dressing room. As you enter, your image in the mirror catches you off guard and you jump inside your skin. Then you realize that you wouldn't have minded if a strange man was waiting for you in the dressing room. The mysterious man in the trench coat is romantic to you and it would be a nice change of pace from the same old routine. But alas you are alone. You slip out of your dress and notice your sagging bosom. The body you picture in your mind was 20 years and 2 kids ago. You light a cigarette and take a long drag, holding it in your lungs and picturing the smoke filling up your body like it does a car with the windows up.
You exit the concert hall. The evening air is cold yet refreshing. Across the street from the empty parking lot, a young couple is leaving a bar. You can tell they've been on a few dates -- they're familiar but not yet comfortable with each other. It reminds you of some sadness from long ago, but you're not sure exactly what.
The night has gotten old and stale. Soon the morning papers will be hitting front porches. You drive home through the empty streets past sleeping houses and crushed dreams."