While listening to an absolutely fabulous audio book called A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara, so many things are fodder for writing. I am in part three:chapter two. A question is asked between three of the characters about the future. I wondered when the last time was when I just projected my thoughts into that unknown date, just daydreaming like I might have when I was a teenager. I think that I must do it. I am leaving this here for now, so that I can go off and NOT write it just yet, but feel it instead.