what it's about.

Today I drove to work with my sunglasses on and my window rolled down and I thought about how nice it would be just to keep driving. I could have stayed on the same road and gone straight to jasper. I could have eaten ice cream in Jasper and gone for a hike and written in my journal at the base of a mountain.

But I turned onto 184th Street and went to work, because that's what my life is about. It's about going to school. It's about studying and doing homework. It's about data entry at a boring job. It's about confinement.

I want it to be about driving to the mountains on a moments' notice. About making decisions that just affect my day, and not the rest of my life.