The future. What does it hold for me? Will it empty it's generous hands when I arrive and persuade me to pick up the pieces? Will it usurp me? Is the future commandeering? Has my future ever really been mine in the first place? Am I becoming an item that's held for someone else's fulfillment? Have I always been time's instrument? Am I a destructive force or a creative wave? Am I the bullet you bite or the sperm you swallow?