I am not on any track, no road has been chosen, I am blindly plotting random paths through thick, dark fields with no visibility, no idea what is ahead, behind the next hill, across the next valley. There is no horizon, no defined up or down, north, west, direction means nothing as progress is never made despite efforts or lack of.
I feel nothing, I have nothing, nothing is real. I am a fraud: true of heart. I am a failure.
