Time and Decisions

At what point does a decision become necessary? On every street corner? Every box of cigarettes? Every midnight and again five mornings out of seven?

But what happens when you live in a place where you don’t need to hit a single street corner to get from where you wake up to every place you go all through the day. If every night you don’t choose to fall asleep, but instead it just happens while Jay Leno grows older and more the boring every time?

I can see a lifetime of up ahead in front of me, and around me, to the sides, above, below that. Forward isn’t always the easiest, but it does always end up seemingly like the most likely to happen.

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