ANGST

My season of discontent!
What am I doing?
Where am I going?
Why do I bother?
What is it for?
Who really cares?
The boat has left the dock and I forgot what time it was leaving.
The door to the HOUSE is closed!

Just trying to keep on keeping on.

"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered." Tom Stoppard