and when we ask the same questions
there were the haphazard bushes, nostagically placed just right so i could listen to joni mitchell and think where do i go tomorrow, what bus do i take into the mountains? watching a boring movie, it said one right thing : we're all wandering, looking for some secret that we hope we never find. the windows i've looked out from, they've held brick walls and aforementioned bushes. in the distance, there's now a highway and once there were crickets. i guess it all changes, all the time, for not much more of a reason than to prove our resiliency.