of Crossings and Direction:

The green blinking man said to me, "COME TO ME... COME TO ME... COME TO ME..." with each flash.

The red man was beckoning as well.

Now tell me, why can't the red man mean 'go' and the green man mean 'stop'?

Took forty minutes to walk home today instead of the usual thirty. As you can tell I was trying to defy all traffic rules on the way home. It was fun. There was just something about the post-rain air that made me want to walk forever.

Took forty minutes despite knowing the route better. I wonder why.

I suppose it would be because I sat at void decks to stare at children in playgrounds, encircled fire hydrants twice for good luck (shh), sang about 'Yellow Submarines', checked pathways cautiously for overhead killer litter and stopped to have a chat with the neighbours' dogs.

I'm happy.

Perhaps I am going insane or this is just very healthy and I've just been very unhealthy.

I have concluded that the pertinent problem in life is that we have absolutely zero knowledge of where we're going. Oh, don't you give me that shit like 'I'm going to college and I'm going to university and I'm going to be a TAX ACCOUNTANT and I'm going to retire with six kids and good-looking wife and a dog' because you and I, we both know that anything might occur to destroy your picture-perfect life.

So I will be realistic.

Because reality posesses that insufferable way of sneaking up behind you to bulldoze carefully-built expectations, deflating your lungs, halting progress and making you feel like an inane half-wit stuck forever in this boundless continuum (also more affectionately known as 'Life').

And so I will sit at more empty void decks, encircle more fire hydrants, sing about more than simply 'Yellow Submarines' and even, perhaps, stop to have crucial debates with the neighbours' dogs.