Have I done all I can do? When the answer is “yes,” what else is there? What else? The echoing becomes my voice accusing me. Maybe, just maybe, I overlooked some loose-end. Maybe? Or did I do it on purpose, deceiving myself that I was ignorant? What else. What else. What else. ???
What did I leave out? What did I press too hard? It wasn’t my fault. Or was it? I’m not responsible. Or am I? Of course, I am. Not. Am. Not. Am.
There was a town in Alabama I passed through called Bug Tussle. I stopped at a ma and pop’s gas-station and asked how the town got its name. They said some folks had seen two bugs wrestling in the street, hence the name.
Call my mind that too.