“You’re a resolution,” I said.
“Oh, I am? Is that how I got you to come here so easily?”
Actually, I mean to make this trip every year, but I never do. Somehow the time rolls by, tumbling faster and faster, until the year is worn down to a little nub of a thing. Sometimes it passes me by in a blur. Other times I’m caught up in the tumult, whirling head over heals in the dust. In the end, it all amounts to the same thing: I have not been the master of my own destiny. continue reading…