i want to get lost in the woods.
too many decisions.
too, too many decisions.
though admittedly, there is a sort of thrill from being totally unaware of where I’m going. Three weeks from now I might be in Ottawa/Hull, Moscow, Adapazari, New York, Istanbul, or elsewhere. I hate making decisions that I know might utterly alter the course of my life. A dart board with my choices might be easier.