My mind wanders past the signs in my subconscious–
The world is an alien place; ideas I don't need, much less want, are forced onto me; my dreams come not to me anymore; tranquil sleep is but a distant memory.
Everytime I think about that, I wonder if this is the world we leave for the generations to come; will this be our legacy? Have we failed our unborn children, just as we accuse those before us?
Or... could I just be looking at it all wrong?
I think it's going to be a while before I can write straight again.