I took pictures of my walk from Hanszen to Jones today, pausing every five seconds to snap every scene from every angel, hoping for one good shot somewhere in there. How many times have I made that walk... imagine if I hadn't intervened with the initial college assignment... I couldn't... I can't imagine tweaking that part of fate. It seems that it has taken every bit of four years to become the kind of friends we have become. The laws of attraction and repulsion are fragile. I suppose things could be better, but what if it's not... can't take the risk.

A discussion with my father about the "wrong" turns in life, and whether it's not better to walk the straight path... I think he gets it... I made him assure me, out loud, that if things don't work out, he would support the turns I might have to make.

Rest assured...