Bad bad bad ideas! On the other hand

One or the other.

I choose a path. But, on the other hand:

Maybe I’m really a set painter… Finishing beautiful sets.

Nope. I’m too lazy.


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth…

Food for thought, Beck.

"When I heard the learn’d astronomer,

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,

When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,

Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars."

I chose to go outside.

Both paths lead nowhere; but one has a heart, the other doesn’t.