Some time ago I saw a conclusion on the side of a building. I remember thinking the thought behind that decision must have been either heartfelt or ruining. Escaping your life is not a possibility, I thought. Whatever soul was compelled to begin making conclusions on public property must have felt like I do now.

Abscond.

Oddly, this is what comes to mind as I stand here, in present day, reading this conclusion again. I am surprised it's been left for the notice of others. In a peculiar sense, I feel suspiciously relieved that nearly two years later, I don't feel alone anymore.

I didn't ever want to abandon intentions to write about what always used to caffeinate my soul. Now I sense I'm one step closer to writing without invariabilities.

I am unreasonably anxious for an introduction to this graffitist. Roller-coasters were never meant for sidewalks close to streets.