There was a time I felt alright about myself. Whatever struggle there was, I was secure in a feeling of
rightness about my stance in the face of that day's chaos. Now? Not so much. The endless stream
of headlights fighting upstream like salmon are now an indictment seen from behind the wheel.
I might be going in a slightly different direction but I'm on the same path, ultimately.

Next time they try to sell you on progress, ask for a round trip ticket.