Agree, it’s the saddest of them all....and I always think; what happens afterwards when you have what you want; restlessly search for the next thing in a endless spiral backed by The Smiths lyrics?
Boo, you’ve posted a load all in a row, so now I’m spoilt for choice...but I’m going for this one as my favourite....while we’re on the cosmos, come and be Castor to my Pollux...