Infinity

Toothpaste I always thought of as an image of infinity: no matter how long you've been using a toothpaste tube, there is always a little bit more that can be squeezed out if you try hard enough. There is definitely a first time, but then you can always use it one more time. You never get to the end.

But last week I reached the end of my tube. It made a sucking noise, a hole appeared in the toothpaste, and, squinting through it, I could see the empty inside of the tube. First time in my entire life. Somehow, it makes me think of death.