A sense of something being amiss marks my days. I am leading a very busy life but am not sure what my life is leading me to.
Despite my calm, or rather, enthusiastic demeanour, a storm, threatening absolute anarchy and chaos, is brewing within me.
There is a state of Anomie, of utter normlessness, that I am existing with. And normlessness, not because of the absence of values, of ideas, but because of there being too many of them. I am, in a way, lost in the woods, but all the same, unsure of the paths that seem to present themselves. The sense of a lost glory overcomes me as I traverse the path that is most accessible, or in mediocre parlance, the most travelled.
