tales from an ordinary world

2002-09-26

In an odd, idle moment I look back and wonder forward. Sometimes I worry about not being able to see the future, other days I just ask myself "so, what's next ?" I have the usual assortment of vague desires and minor plans to pick and choose from, though they already seem to know the order in which they'll descend into formation - a pattern before my eyes. There is an illusion of choice, the promise of all those little roads that I can't really take. Maybe I'll just have to retreat to my dreams, and see what they tell me.