On Resigning

It was easy. My supervisor took it well. He even congratulated me. The letter, as of yet, isn't written or filed away. A few lines of official sounding drivel printed out this weekend, tossed on my bosses desk, and that will be the start of the anticlimatic end of my four year tenure at the factory lab. The emptiness that looms ahead, like any emptiness, is incomprehensibly thrilling in its possibilities and leaves me excited and breathless, and for the same reason terrifies me. It must be the same feeling that a skydiver experiences the moment before he pulls the chord erasing the momentary doubt that he will fall into oblivion.