We’re desperate for endings and we’re
desperate for beginnings because

anything in between is a wasteland for
our high school dreams of becoming

a famous tennis player or driving fast cars
around Mediterranean sea cliffs for fun.

It’s an embarrassing truth to admit that
the present often isn’t enough. But

if we slow down quickly, we can see the
future’s smudge. If that’s too much and

the ticket’s too expensive, you can hand
over your palms to a street astrologer

and she will say: If you’re not careful, you’ll
always be leaving one fire for another.