February 14, 2003
Of course, thinking was her dual-edged downfall. Well, perhaps not thinking, but that particular kind of “futurizing,” as M had christened it. Those little trips to What If and What Then and Oh Yeah? and the other places just beyond the horizon, where low clouds of ochre dust, stirred by a hot afternoon wind, obscured the details. She could travel all day, peering into the distance, but never quite make out what she was looking at. And then night would fall, and she was still no further ahead. Except that another day had passed and she had really enjoyed it.