Are you are among those who pride themselves in having the ability to watch yourselves from the outside, silently documenting everything. Maybe I am talking about myself, but then this blog has always been about you, Passerby. You are the one who peeps in. You are the passerby who peeps. And if I am the one who silently looks from the outside, then the Passerby and I are one. It is at this point that it gets really confusing.
What does that little grey line below your name say, that you are caught slipping slowly, silently, into the quicksands of time. Do you fail to realize that if you are the one who is so passively watching yourself, you might as well lend a hand, pull yourself out . There isn't really a need to watch yourself slip into the quicksands, there isn't really a need for you to be the passerby.
Crawl out, shake off the dirt and sprint on. That's the plan. There isn't really a Plan B.
