momebie

Some photographs tell your story better than you can tell it with words. This particular image slots in with the Big Damn Existential Scifi Novel so well it's eerie. Ever since I decided to set the thing in Florida a lot of the blanks have filled themselves in. It's a long walk between military bases in Florida, but sometimes the slow way is the only way to get there. Just like in writing. One foot in front of the other. I haven't written more than a thousand words all weekend, since I was in Fernandina visiting Boy, and right now I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by the distance I need to traverse. But feeling overwhelmed isn't going to fix it, so I must put it aside and simply march. (Though, what I wouldn't give for my march to be done in that sunlight. The light here is a character all its own.)

Two men diverge in a yellow wood, which one takes the path less travelled by?