The Passenger I
We don't like to do things without a reason. I don't like to do things without a reason. Or at least a sense that there could be a reason. Maybe arbitrary, uncertain or even irrational. But a reason. Every morning I begin navigating through through my world, and you begin navigating through yours. Both physical and metaphorical, Looking for some foothold. A bit of firm ground and a sign of who... Of where, why, when and what we are—The "You are here" sticker on the mall map... " This how you got here and here's the way out. This is the way home."
We're passengers, along for the ride. The steering wheel is for show. The brakes are not available.
Thank you
