The PSL has been silent for quite a while. Circumstances regarding the day job eliminated the necessary contact with the sidewalk. If I wanted to walk, my choices were to make circles around a parking lot, or pace back and forth along a stretch of industrial park road which dead ends in a vacant lot scattered with construction debris. Then one day, as the end of my sojourn there was drawing to a close, a line came to me in the middle of my pacing: What if i kept on walking? The thing about a void is that it eventually sucks you in.
What if I kept on walking? What if I kept on walking, and never turned around? What if I kept on walking, and I was never found? "What if I kept on walking?" I kind of like the sound. No need for an objective, no dream, no special cause. My journey simple evidence of one of Nature's laws: an object once in motion; no obstacle, no pause.