My legs like lead long to lead me back to bed.
An Untelling grey sky of early Autumn
A mid-summer where anything seems possible yet reliable seems impossible.
A new turn, a new term.
Expect and accept what’s around the corner.
Too many turns, too many corners.
Unfamiliar and Unknown
Flying fast on wheels
I’d rather walk
Where are we going?
Dragged powerlessly into “that’s how it is”
All the feigned choice and democracy of an institution
You follow the signposts, you don’t choose your way
Where are we now?
Is this another lesson?