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Ramblings of a wanderer

Fragments of a wanderer

03 Sep 2007

It's been too long since my last post. In my meanderings through the lonely forest, I stumbled upon a familiar voice, words from an old friend.

My mind wanders past the signs in my subconscious–

The world is an alien place; ideas I don't need, much less want, are forced onto me; my dreams come not to me anymore; tranquil sleep is but a distant memory.

Everytime I think about that, I wonder if this is the world we leave for the generations to come; will this be our legacy? Have we failed our unborn children, just as we accuse those before us?

Or... could I just be looking at it all wrong?

I think it's going to be a while before I can write straight again.