I came to a fork in the road.
I stared at it for a long time.
It stared back, daunting.
Unmoving.
I picked it up and snapped it over my knee.
I decided to not decide.
I used the fork to eat my lunch.
Sitting there -
at a fork in the road.
I ate. And slept.
Refusal.
I refuse to cooperate.
At the end of the year, the apathy is weighing on me heavily. I have decisions to make and I'm deciding not to make them.
