carwreck.com: around Boston harbor...

...is that what happened? Is that the story of life? Do I grow complacent with the things which are dearly important to me, and then decide that I don't need them? It leaves me wanting to go back. Back to what I had, to what I knew, to what was comfortable. This is all an excuse? An excuse for the possibility that I might actually still be searching? This is the thought, the idea to which I've had such a hard time giving any credibility. I don't really know what to do with this thing. Where to take it; where to run. Just run. Stop turning and looking over your shoulder.
Run.
Run fast.
Run forward.

I listen to this when I'm feeling bummed