Knowing where to

You tell me.

My life has been busy and hectic lately. I think I intended it that way. It's a good way to not think debate the merits of fundamentally meaningless things such as why I still have dongs. Today in my confusion, I found myself going in circles between presidents that mark roads on Michigan Avenue, unable to decide whether to meet friends in a tent or cold call fate on chance meetings by say the Lurie Gardens amidts chirping birds and lovely smelling lavender flowers and the blurry but brightly lit wing of modernity across the street.

It would seem if there was a setting for fate these were IT! Big mistake for all evening long I found myself alone with the chirping birds and lovely smelling spring blooms with the company of only a building that had the words: GO. For conversation it went in the way of a deadend for all I could say back to the immovable building is: Where?

What are we to do, really? Where can we find that which will tell us where to GO, what to do, who to be, what to say, who to say it to. I wish I had some kind of internal compass. My friends J+M will argue that I do. Most days I agree. Today is just not that day.