out of my control

in a few hours, the stories of moving and adventures for all of us will begin...from this moment, there is no turning back. one will begin adventures in another land across the sea, the tears of another will be erased by the move to a spacious new apartment replete of drunkards, evenings of quiet walking will be shortened by even yet another move to number two's old apartment...i, myself, will return to a land i once knew. it is inevitable that it too will be a strangeland, as i am now estranged.

the future is approaching quickly... the methodical seconds and minute hands of the clock seem to take on a new, more fervent life of their own.