Have you thought about your choices yet? How the knell of a church bell may have led you somewhere different? A garden with a woman you cannot understand; maybe a racetrack at the exodus of time. Have you thought about what your choices say about you? Are they at will to an indulgence? A fear? Do they represent the closing of a door not looked through or the abandonment of a well worn path? Are they a stranger's coat worn through at the elbows or a crushing empathy for those who are smaller than you? Will your choices fall into a private database to be bought and sold before being sold and bought into evermore estranged cold hands? Will your choices echo soundlessly into an acid pit, meaningless and impactless from before the moment you conceived of them?