I’ve been working on a ridiculous piece of writing that I cannot, for the life of me, conclude. I know I had a point when I started it, but I’ll be damned if I can remember what it was.
The experience has me reflecting on what is, perhaps, my favourite conclusion to an episode of The Simpsons. The episode Das Bus, loosely based on Lord of the Flies, strands the students of Springfield Elementary on a deserted island. It randomly finishes with a narration from James Earl Jones that ends with, “And, eventually, the children were rescued by—oh, let’s say—Moe.”
Then I realized that reflecting on Simpsons quotes is something old people do. I am old. Oh, well. I guess I knew it was coming. I just assumed I would have accomplished more by the time it happened.
Like maybe finishing that stupid piece of writing.
HR Lincoln 
This is just to say that I, more & more, enjoy those sorts of endings to stories. The slightly random ones that just appear suddenly, even after much flourish & plot-building.
On a slightly related note (in that stories are involved), I’ve now seen two Sakha movies. One was a comedy that helped me only slightly decipher Sakha humour (they especially like moments of total absurdity when things are super dire, it seems) & the other film was if Tarantino directed Atanarjuat (beautiful landscapes & cinematography in general, traditional non-linear storytelling, & the most blood I have ever seen. Oy.) I’ve got downloaded copies of them on CD, I’ll have to show them to you sometime.