I was fast asleep when my father came into my room two mornings ago to tell me that my town was smothered in a thick fog. Having fallen asleep at 3:00 am, I was not keen to wake up, but fog is something I can never resist. I had to go.
As I enter into my final year of high school I find myself searching for "meaning" and direction. I want to do something, to release something, to learn something.