#219: “An Ignorant End”

The end is in the beginning and yet we go on. Chip upon chip, one by one, until suddenly there’s a stack, a short stack, the impossible stack. All tournament long, the same questions, the same answers. Standard opens. Balanced ranges. All too often, the same unexploitable lines, the same unreadable script. Pixels giving the impression of movement, avatars giving us the impression we exist.

It’s abominable. This waiting. This folding. A chip riffle. A hair twiddle. Nothing else to be done. Withering. Withering until. Until we have the goods. Until we are priced in. Committed. Invested. The ignorant end. Finished, it’s finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. An ignorant end.