Monday, December 23, 2024
> I have passed by the watchman on his beat > > And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
It’s from one of my favorite Robert Frost poems, and sums up perfectly walking alone at night in a place without sidewalks or streetlamps, my only purpose to outrun the day behind me. And I don’t care to explain that to passersby. I owe them nothing, but still, that obligation tugs, sometimes gently, informing me of the terms of a contract I never reviewed, never signed, and want desperately to see revised.