Until this day, I didn’t have a driver’s license. Now it changed. Since the fall of Icarus personalized, that it had been a constant struggle. There were advantages, such as never being the designated driver. On the other hand, it reduces and diminishes a man, in today’s world.

It is as such, that the sky appears full of tiny lights, amidst the tenebrae of life. A little hope, a little shining beacon that just pushes a man from the edge at a quantum level. It is the butterfly flap that brings the typhoon on the other side of the world, years from then.

This is what I see. The time is nigh, and there’s nothing to complain about. The old proverb echoes through the chambers of memory. The whisper says “memento mori”, no more. It preaches “Per aspera ad astra”. The dreams are amidst the stars, and through hardship everything will be overcome.

There’s something in the horizon, it might not be the trends that all see, but something more. Can’t quite say, can’t quite picture, but there’s something in the air, besides the exhaust of cars, and the unforgiving wind down the valley. It speaks somehow of something new around the corner.