As I’m devoured by this place, by it’s time, I sit and think about endings. Still I long for resolution, such a longing can only be ascertained by the cruel and timely nature of change. As the cement sets around my feet and the water slowly creeps up and around my ankles, I look within and through my minds eye. I see the grass. I see the fence, and like many lessons before (and many more to come), this grass it no more greener than the last. Before the words escape me, I shudder at my own hypocrisy and wonder whether my desire and intellectual pursuits can ever be fulfilled and built upon with my feet firmly planted beneath my five square centimeters of desk space.
