Bright. So bright. When I look up the light blinds me. I squint as I try and discern any shapes or shadows or colours that the future holds. I can see none, only a sight I shall describe as empyrean. I cannot say any one thing held by the future, for her arms overflow with a gush of possibilities. Trying to see into the future seems like trying to carry water in a basket. So many possibilities, so much intangibility, any attempt by our consciousness slips through our fingers. And so, when I look into the future, I savour the brilliance. And I turn my gaze back onto the now.


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