between years

this would have come sooner, but being confined to dial-up has me lazier than usual with my posts:

Towards the end of things, someone asked Micheal Kearney, 'How do you see yourself spending the first minute of the new millennium?'

'Driving someone else's car between two cities I don't know.'

-bits from the first chapter of Light by M. John Harrison.

it wasn't quite the 'first minute of the new millennium' (depending, i suppose, on what calendar you use); it wasn't even the first minute of the new year. it wasn't quite between 'two cities I don't know', either.

but it was definitely towards the end of things, which, in the sense of Light, is really only the beginning.

a happy new arguably-arbitrarily-established mostly-consensually-defined temporal unit to everyone!