Imagine if the sky sudden]y opened up and another horizon appeared. A new horizon. Would it be a long way away. Would it be unattainable. Would it mean that things were terrible now and that only in the distance, in the future, things could be okay. If things seem bad now is it because we imagine a rotten future. I look away, I can’t believe it, this cliché. But it must be that what we are now, we are because of what we anticipate or know we will be. We draw ourselves back when we know there’s no channel of expression. What we assume is that things remain the same. That the external conditions of our life, the ones stopping us now, will stop us again and again. The way a girl draws back knowing what she will be, what she will do as a woman. The way she looks over her shoulder, the way she fawns before authority. The way she feels all eyes upon her before they are. She looks down on her breasts as they grow. She feels excited and she feels scared. Her bum gets bigger and bigger. She feels revolted by herself.