[...But always up the mountain side you're clambering, groping blindly, hungry for anything...]

Today I want to: take calculus; take physics; major in psychology (take biology); major in architecture; at Dalhousie; at McGill; go back to ballet; go back to hip hop (it may not be mine but it is rhythm); figure draw; write music; learn the harp; get a job at a cafe; write; write; write.

Tomorrow I want to: get a master's in architecture; in philosophy; get a PhD in psychology; write about psychology and architecture and philosophy.

I do not want to think about: love; marriage; children; living happily in the country-side.

Today I want to fill the void that swallows every tomorrow.

In the absence of fulfilment, I am hungry.

I have done nothing.