You want to get your life in order and grab it by the neck, but it’s difficult: a mixture of laziness and poor skills you must mould into something useful. It doesn’t work in the company of others, it doesn’t work alone. You must reconstruct your entire life. Even your soul. Maybe you’d better try the thumb grip orienteerers use, marking your current position by constantly thumbing the map. That way, you’ll always have one hand free to swat away insects and the other runners in the woods. Each checkpoint you reach will be a disappointment. You adjust your thumb, and continue running toward the next checkpoint. In the distance you can glimpse the finishing line. Maybe you’ll be the first to cross.

‍published in Ottawa by above/ground press